I am waiting for you to write me a story on the piano.
With the stagnant little 'bean sprouts' on the five strands on noodles-
Ah! How you love to relate music to your next passion- food.
I shall sit by your side
as you guide your fingers along the black and white keys.
Where you tell the story of how we met in a major,
and the sad, dismal part of our lives in a minor.
Then your fingers will dance their way to a trippy happy key,
I think maybe a C or D?
Then comes the famous Pachelbel melody
which couples marry to.
Oh, that will be the day.
In a way to say,
I doubt we'll ever meet again.
And if we do...well, just if.
