He unintentionally baited the hook so well
I bit down hard and he pulled me to shore
and rolled out a red carpet before me.
I stepped out from my comfortable sea.
A coward I am not, I'm here to know.
He said it sound's like the finest cello
the sound of his living 100-year-old
Steinway grand, reminding me of the red violin.
I desire to hear it, place my hands on the keys,
play his piano and then hear him play.
I'd write music and lyrics from May to May.