Made in heaven

"Come here" he said, patting the piano bench where he was sitting.
He started playing something as she approached and sat next to him.

..."She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day...
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell..."

"Go on" he mouthed, as he continued playing. She already felt the tears welling up her eyes, but she did as he said.

"He, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry...
He may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I'll remember 'till the day I die..
He maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I'll take his laughter and his tears
And make them all my souvenirs
And where he goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is..."
She stopped, as he played the last notes.
"..She.." he whispered.
"..He.." she smiled.