It’s so sweet and sad. And beautiful. It feels like flowing currents of melancholy overwhelming my soul. My soul drips profound admiration and each note sings its own song. Each of his fingers sweeping the keys make me swoon. It’s like a knife carving its beauty on my heart. Long and short, hands slamming out the chords. Arms flailing in a controlled emotion, your bowtie looks perfect. Each strand shines as it was slicked back on your currently bowed head. This music tells everyone the way you and I feel when we kiss, bicker, and lament over being apart. These keys were meant for your hands. You were made for me.
I am in love with this song: einaudi nuvole bianche - nuvole bianche