The Musician

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While all of them hold and feel each other

And simply enjoy the music more than ever

As they dance and smile with a partner

With their eyes that behold with glitter,

A whim then touches my mind –

That I wish to abate this time,

And bring you to the centre line

With your hands closest to mine;

But how will I own more than a glance?

How can I even get a chance?

If you are playing this elegance

Of music by which they dance.

You are the musician of the night.

Your piano enhances the dim of the light;

And they will abhor me if I might

End this song just to hold you tight.

It takes all my courage, but I stand

And walk to the centre like a real man.

You stop the playing of your hand

When a romantic playing of a song began.

I keep on singing as I drew

Nearer and closer looking at you,

Hoping you'll see and hear me through –

That I'm a fantasy becoming true.

The dances continue as I sing my song.

They don't bother how the piano went wrong.

The waiting has been for so long,

And now this feeling is growing strong.

I extend my hand as a sign

That I want to have this mine –

This dance with you if you'd not mind.

I'll be your musician for this time.

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