Intro

She touches keys of black and white

A soundcheck

Alone on the stage with red velvet curtains

Her heart, a place, waiting to be filled by her music enthusiast

An amuse-bouche

Do Re Mi

She thinks of his voice

The way her name was uttered

By that perfect piece of skin

His lips

An amuse-bouche

Fa So La

She thinks of the color of his iris

And how she sees that her feelings are right

Everytime his meet hers

His eyes

An amuse-bouche

La Ti Do

She thinks he's the black keys

And how she'd just prefer to press the peaceful white keys

But she realizes she needs the chaotic black to make music too

Him

An amuse-bouche

Something that tickles her palate before the real meal arrives

Outro

She touches keys of black and white

Alone on the stage with red velvet curtains

Or so she assumes...

He's her music enthusiast

Hidden somewhere her thick-walled auditorium

Secretly listening to the tunes of her heart

An amuse-bouche

He can't wait until the real meal arrives