Twilight

I keep looking in the night stars

I long something from morning rays

I go shouting at the afternoon winds

And I stop at twilight's fall

Deep and then deeper blue the sky

I keep looking at her, loving,

As time becomes sedate and pearl

Somewhere an old piano plays,

adorns the air with beautiful notes

She's dainty, impassioned and embracing

all at once, with unforgettable flair

All I wish is to stop time, for more

I live to the next day when twilight falls

and the old piano plays, yet again...