As I approach my darling so fairI sit down on her peaceful chairI smooth the sheets out on her standWith notes so black and pages tannedIn my mind I play the notesSmooth like ships and sailing boatsI read the music on the sheetsAnd imagine beautiful, lingering beatsAs my fingers come close to her keysThe blood in my ears rushes like beesMy fingertips touch like a lover’s first kissIt’s a moment I’m glad that I didn’t missMy hands rush so fast and so fineI’m overjoyed that for the moment she’s finally mineTime seems to stop, yet fly quickly byBy the time I’m done, it’s quarter past nineI fold up the sheets and put them awayAnd wish her goodnight until the next day