I don’t have a word for every musical note I hear,
but a quick feeling, a quick and permanent emotion.
Tonight is full of musical notes in my bedroom,
full of places and people and dreams.
Colourful bubbles coming through the window,
following the bright yellow chandelier,
in the middle of darkness.
A small light at the end of the tunnel,
where there is you and me,
holding hands,
staring at each other,
for the first time forever.
There is a sparkling river;
it snows.
We feel every note as if the piano was right there... at the end of the tunnel,
where we hold hands and stare at each other tonight.
