You pour all over my lips, a sweet taste lingering,The sound of a cello when my fingers pluck the string...
A whole waterfall in my body, and in my hands too,When you walk playfully, when thought comes over you...
Wherever I lay my hands, my lips and my fingers,A thousand sounds burst forth, a thousand candles flicker...
You are living music, a note in every cell,A tree cloaked in leaves, a bird on a bramble...
O musical instrument, so fragile and light,Every touch, every kiss, takes and gives life...
You are the sound of life, on my shoulder, in my hands,I have sought to conduct you as long as life spans...
I spin you lightly, and as you laugh at me,Orchestra of life, you lay bare only joy...
Over your piano body, as my fingers climb,I have always played gently, amazed every time...
For life itself made you a note, and a spring,Whenever I press my lips, I burn untiiiiiil the offering...
The world made you nature, and a river's flow,I hold the strength, but to YOU I kneel low...
Tell me, please, I ask before the whole world at length:“Who truly holds all the power and strength?”
Upon your fragility I melt and I rise,I become a sweet angel, and a man never satisfied...
I become a young shoot and rustle in the wind,For the caress you hold is where spring begins...
Your spring of life's notes, brimming with light,Holds the brave man within, and all love's might...
I run through life, rushing over mountain and field,But whenever I return, before you I kneel...
Yet you never raised your hand with force or with weight,But light as a breeze, like a smiling lip's grace...
For your hand is so fragile, so gentle and sweet,Like the sound of the piano where words and songs meet...
You, the sweet spring of lyric and inspiration,The sole sprout of my soul and my life's blossoming creation....
The beautiful light of the mornings, the horizons, the dawn...
