All the beautiful things which we learn
So they would last with us and live with us
I learned as a child in your house
Still standing white in the middle of the coastwalk
Timidly, beside the piano, I was
Watching like many bedazzled with your fingers
And you didn't know, harsh as you were,
That all the strings inside me are trembling too
Second floor, next to the port
Music still lasts like a butterfly's flight
As I looked at your white hands -.
Was I listening to the heart or the sound of the piano?
Next to a silent lamp, your voice was
A mistery to me, the glow of the yellow velvet
Like the drops of the morning in a bright waterfall
Like mild September in the shadow of rains
I still remember the piano against the wall
And the vintage air on the porcelain
And how often because of pure shame
I hid sweat on my palm from you
When tones would spill around the apartment
Like gentle flowers against the smell of plaster
All that I owe my early childhood was
Created by your side with four hands
Does the house still keep the same smell
And do other treasure your words
Does that time counts for you
On the wall clock with the help of a key