TO THE MUSICAL Op.1 No.1
The music floats softly, the people seem lonely,
You hum with the forlorn sonata.
Our feet do not weaken, my heart keeps on beating
A fading, unending sonata.
Sway with the concerto, keep up with the tempo,
A beautiful three-minute opus.
The world, it get's blurry, my vision gets fuzzy,
Made me cry, that enchanting opus.
Fading, it finishes. The faraway wishes
Whither along with the symphony.
Vanish in to nothing, fancies leave me wishing
The revival of the symphony.
I let go of your hand, you blend in like the sand
As the timeless masterpiece ceases.
Part of me leaves with you, but wants to be with you
When the timeless masterpiece ceases.
The band strikes a new tune. Do you think it's too soon
If I invite you to waltz with me?
We just ceased, after all. Please consent. I will crawl
On the ground for you to waltz with me.
I come up to ask you. It's a Mozart, I'm led to
Believe, is playing. It's a classic.
Approaching, I'm edgy. My heart fills with worry
You will not like the Mozart classic.
The melody plays on. My heartbeat is so strong.
Oh, how I hope the oeuvre is long.
As I reach your table, I don't think we'll be able
To dance now. The oeuvre is not long.
The next song, it plays now. I hope we can dance now.
It's slow; the beat isn't allegro.
You take my hand again. Back into position. Then
We dance much slower than allegro.
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