Why don't you sit down and play piano for me for a while?
and I'll sit here,
take my boots off,
drink this wine
here's a glass for you we'll just leave the lamp on.
Your notes through the darkness,
and our halo-ed house
smell of rain after a hot day.
Here's the red and white tea-towel you can wipe the sweat from your fingers with,
and I'll sit here
on this thick wooden chair that wobbles
if you let it,
you don't have to play anything big any old thing will do
it's really about you
not the music,
you and me and this night you smile when your fingers touch those keys.
