Slowly and rhythmically
My hands move over the keys...

Absolute adoration
Abiding affection ascended alarmingly...

I miss the days
When we were young...

This day is our last
this day is our best...

Take me back to the illusion
don't let my gentle eyes see...

A new scene is brought into full view
a scene of a more open place...

A man sat in a high chair; Marcus
a light shade of moonlight...

Momentary illusions
Based on broken promises...