Every time I hear a piano, I hear you.
You never played for me, but I still act like you did it for me.
I still act like you do it for me.
I still act like I'm sitting by your side, close to you, listening to a melody from a piano where your hands are dancing on.
And you're smiling, because we are all here : you, and me, and the music, and love.
And I'm admiring you, beautiful, and your hands flying on the piano.
And a tear is glowing in my eye, because everything is just wonderful.
And suddenly, I open my eyes, and remember that this is not happening, this never happened, and this will never happen.
And maybe that's why I'm crying.
Because I want it so much to be real, but it's not.
And because it's still beautiful in my mind.
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Dreams
PoetryPoetry for hopeless romantics. Songs, poems, or story, whatever you think it is, just read it and maybe you will hear a melody. This is about how wonderful are the dreams, and how powerful can be the feelings... Poésie, chansons, ou histoires, cela...
