They say your soul is steel, and it really is, nor why its simplicity is compromised.
But when you want to be energetic, aggressive or even explosive, can feel the trembling of your impero distance.
Your strong body and black makes me wonder, how can you be so rude in appearance, and whisper sweet melodies as the point of crying take me?
Sitting at your ladom is privileged few, deserve respect, only the best and most scholars have that pleasure.
I could spend hours just watching you, but I prefer to draw from you what you have to offer. Ah, how good could touch your body, feel your vibrations in my hands.
Understanding the very beautiful timbre of your voice, my ears massaged.
Oh, make me dream!, Make me go, take me to other worlds through the works of the masters, those same teachers who surrendered to your power.
The power to charm and joke to everyone, everyone who left your ears open for music penetrate.
Men as Chopin dedicated their lives to you, but I'm just an apprentice, an admirer, I can do, is to add me to you so that you, through your magnitude, beautify my humble inspirations, transforming them into beautiful songs, that my love can hear!