When The Piano Plays

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Yet another usual day

and I'm here writing to you,

with a soothing piano piece

playing in my headphone.

Yes, I feel like writing

when I listen to the soothing music

and feel you in the notes of the piano.

It's hard to tell if it's me

or the music that's smiling.

Well, maybe I'm becoming those notes

and singing you in every beat of the music.

And of course, you too are smiling

when my eyes are closed,

sinking deep into the melody.

When I see you smile

behind my closed eyelids,

I hold my heart and stop my tears.

No, I'm not crying.

They are of extreme joy.

Imagining your smiling face

with the music being played

in my head makes me realize

how beautiful life has been

just seeing you smile.

Had I been a poet,

you would have been the most beautiful poem.

Nonetheless I just can close my eyes

with my headphones on,

feeling you in the soft music

and smiling to myself

as if you were with me,

here and now.