paroles de chanson Boy at the Piano (live version) - Vienna Teng
Ten
fingers.
Ten
dancers.
An
uncanny
intuition
of
when
and
how
to
pirouette
Eyes
darting
over
the
invisible
page
Which
is
riddled
with
a
road
map
Of
chords
that
guide
without
regret.
Into
the
precarious
land
of
improvisation,
A
one
player
band
amid
conversation.
Two
hands,
a
measurin'
leisure
time
Two
hands
skimmin'
over
keys,
"that's
fine"
Says
the
girl
in
the
corner,
the
kid
on
the
ledge.
And
the
Boy
at
the
Piano
plays
on...
Well
often,
I've
come
to
watch
him
play.
And
it
seems
to
me
so
funny,
he
doesn't
even
know
I'm
there.
Well
the
music,
it
takes
him
to
another
world.
Sudden
playful
pauses,
dramatic
clauses,
Melodies
from
empty
air.
Noontime
master
of
improvisation,
A
one
player
band
amid
conversation...
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