You hear those first chords and itís as if you were shot in the heart. You feel it in your chest, bleeding and sinking fast; dropping to the depths of your soul as if it was made of lead.
Slowly the chords change to a melody and all at once you feel a rushing sensation start.
Your hairs stand on end and a chill runs down your spine, you hope it will last. The harmony and rhythm makes everything new, like youíve come back from the dead.
The lyrics flow through you and fill those empty spaces; your heart and soul part.
The emotions run high, thereís no way to keep them masked. You begin to think of her, how she makes your cheeks turn red.
Each note of the piano sends you into the clouds, dreaming off the chart. Everything becomes a blur as your troubles become your past. The song builds towards the bridge, the progression climbs, your wings spread.
But, before you know it, the end comes, just as softly as the start. Reality settles in and you begin to see your dreams of that moment have not amassed. You hope against hope that like the song, she will come to bring you back from the dead