Withered
But never left without the beauty aspect
Letter to my Piano Girl,
Played the Piano while I sat on the Bedside
I watched in full beauty
The birthing of a legendary pianist
Beyond the skyline.
In that tiny-ass, ratty apartment.
Inside that tainted broken window
Overtook something so beautiful and charming.
Captivated me by every note
In that melody that was made for our ears only.
