The Pianist

There is some happiness that couldn’t be owned
Certain happiness that wouldn’t be possessed
The ones that remain only as ecstatic thoughts
Or as a silent sigh when the memories evoked

Like those mesmerizing small eyes,
that adorable mysterious smile,
and the gentle tone on his words
Or even the way he blends himself into the music he plays

Those were the joy I can only dream about
Admiration from distance
Feel it in my melting heart
But not in my longing arms

He’s gorgeous
And I’m blissful just to consented to know him