28 January 2013
Bittersweet symphony A sonata of the heart Sit at the piano And try to make a start
The composition started But one that's never complete Just that one thing missing Something missing on the sheet
Go to sleep and rest Lay in bed thinking more Fingers frantic on the keys Frantic fingers always sore
That's it! That's that! That thing missing It was there all along Now the keys are hissing
Gently working their magic Frantic fingers tap away The melody complete And now beautiful array
Frantic Fingers • Opuss № I