Standing straight and tall feeling the emptiness of the stage and the opera house, I looked back at the unoccupied seat in front of the piano where you used to sit before but you were no longer there and your absence made the stage feel emptier than ever. You promised to accompany me as I play the violin. You lied, didn't you??
"I'm sorry I'm late!" A stranger came running to the stage before sitting at your chair...
Your chair now belongs to another accompanist but fear not m'lady for my heart will always belong to you - in my eyes that seat will always be yours - and you'll stay in my heart forever.
You might not be the best but you'll always be my favorite pianist and one can ever change that...
