Notes
A man, a pianist, has feelings
Once there was a pianist
He was in love, like all musicians
She, was in love with him
A young love, teenagers
Even though he tried
No-one understood him
He was alone
Nobody could see, what he
He played mornfully
He played for her
but she began to be distant
she was common
He loved her because she was different
But in time she became normal
Listened like normal people
Not like a lover
He was a jerk too
She was perfect
But she stopped listening
And just heard notes, nothing more
But notes are special sounded
Notes are feelings
Feelings that not everyone can hear
It wasn’t her fault, it was his
