summer 83 & peaches

music

i knew you were listening,
behind your sunglasses
your eyelids weren't resting.

when i stopped, you looked at me,
you asked me to replay it,
but i didn't, i thought you hated it (me).

walking away, you followed me.
i wanted you to hear the notes
coming from the piano.

you leaned your body against the door
and i loved it.
was it bach, liszt or busoni?