I can only write you a song.
At least on emotional level,
Naively, I hope it can ease your pain...
Yes... imagine it. Think about it.
The dancing music notes, in front of you.
Celebrating the day when you finally win the battle.
Rejoicing the day when you can, finally, hear me sing.
Day in, day out by the piano.
Finding the right notes and the right progressions.
Smoothen the transitions from key to key.
A melodious jigsaw.
I've never sung for you.
Not even the last song.
As much as I wanted to sing for you,
You can no longer hear me.
(Or can you?)
A last song for you...
I hope you like it.
Jean