Sing

Imagine, I am sitting  at the piano.  Imagine, you come to sit  beside me-to join me.  And while I am playing,  out of the corner  of my eye, I see the twinkle  in yours. The longing in your eyes,  because I caress the keys of the piano  so softly, and you hope, that  I might, one day, do the same  to  you.  But I am no more than a simple musician.

So imagine this, I can play the piano,  but    I could            make you                      sing.