I construct the notes of my piano
To a song that I composed just for you.
It’s about the trips I took through the snow
To see that smoke rose from your chimney flue.
Your dainty footsteps across the wood floor
Are like an angel walking in the clouds
And the white smile you flash at the door
Is like the moonlight peeking from the shrouds.
But as my hands dance on the iv’ry keys
I feel the tune slip to C minor,
Because last winter I felt the sharp breeze
Of your voice calling to someone finer.
I saw your smile in that nirvana,
And hence I wrote this Moonlight Sonata.
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