The Guy Who Plays Piano

I was walking in the room when I saw you, You played my piano and you’re exceptionally being you. You are someone who is way different from the other, Patiently kind like there’s nothing that I can utter. The music of your fingers is struck in an old white key, Melody of kindness is what I feel for someone who’s wearing tee. Knowing that he you have childish flairs in joking, You’re a best bud who can’t always be involved in fighting. He is a type of a guy, who is sometimes naughty, He teases anyone like he grips things so tightly. I never knew that he could be like that, That innocent face can be like a bad bat. Whatever you do inside this one dark room, I still see that little spark like that far out of moon. You are the music in everyone’s hearts, It’s sweeter than good like those sweetest tarts.