The sound of the piano is melodious, in the quiet night sky, for a while as a wisp of flowers, whisking through the heart; for a while like a trickle of brooks, flowing through the heart; for a while as a gust of wind, soothing the soul; for a while as a drizzle, telling the truth. The sound of the piano is melodious, in the quiet night sky, for a while wisps of flowers, whisking through the heart; for a while a little starlight, seeping into the thoughts; for a while a silk worm song, drifting into the heart such as a gust of warmth, across the bottom of the heart;
such as a bit of starlight, lighting up the darkness;
such as a silk sunshine, warming the bottom of the heart;
such as a little starlight, seeping into the thoughts;
such as a silk worm song.
Like a trickling brook, flowing through the heart;
Like a gust of wind, soothing the soul;
Like a gentle rain, telling the truth.