The Piano is my Soul.

My body is so numb when you play with my mind
and you trigger me to imaginative worlds far beyond our mankind
I swear as if you trick my heart to skip its much needed beat
so that it follows your every note, and your every sorrowful fleet

Now I have loved war far too well for my own good
but oh my god, when you call me in the morning and seduce me in the night
I feel as if my life has reached a much needed height
Ah, people do you hear me? The bigger, do you care?
What a voice is making cry...
her voice, it's making me flare.

I dream of a temptress with but no wish to tempt, who of magicians has no tricks
who of objects rises above
who have lovers can love all
who of sounds is the one who can make my knees quiver and fall

I dream of an adulteress who throws me in bliss.