Creepily, the piano starts to play 

Downstairs – who plays? It can’t be her

She just began to rest! Oo-er!

A ghost or something? Wait though… hey!

It has that sweet, that easy flow,

That exquisite touch… and so

It must be her! You just can’t miss,

(Despite the occasional blip) that caress

Of fortunate keys… the fingers bless…

Music like a dreaming kiss

Come from a long-inspired Rose

Whom my heart knows

Who is my love, my life, makes me complete

On any star, on any shore, on any street. 

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