I see him in a dream.... my fingers dance across the piano keys like blue electric.
The rain falls outside the window and slides down the pane like glass. It glistens in the moonlight like a crystal rose petal; like the ones in my world.
The music flows from my fingertips and they sing of a girl who is at home where the black waters kiss the shore.
But in the music I only find that the roses and the blue electric can't even make my eyes sparkle anymore.
And I don't know why.