Morceau
I finally understood what it meant
The emotions I feel with the music,
As my fingers touch the piano keys,
I feel a slight breeze, a touch of spring
The long cold winter I imagine,
The sizzling hot summer that burns my skin,
The picturesque autumn when leaves blow...
The emotions I feel with the music,
As my fingers touch the piano keys,
I feel a slight breeze, a touch of spring
The long cold winter I imagine,
The sizzling hot summer that burns my skin,
The picturesque autumn when leaves blow...