Piano music,
spilling out, running a mock,
in danceful beauty.
The night was a flame,
with a passion and a lust,
for those rhythmic tastes.
She ran to the night,
though he tried to call her back,
but she was long gone.
As complex as simple is.
Piano music,
spilling out, running a mock,
in danceful beauty.
The night was a flame,
with a passion and a lust,
for those rhythmic tastes.
She ran to the night,
though he tried to call her back,
but she was long gone.