Fur Elise

just as she is to me.

Flowing over the piano keyboard

She plays the first recital

of the piece that I wrote for her today.

It is beautiful ,it is so simple

yet haunting.

its melody echoing my emotions.

Occasionally she misses a note.

But I forgive her how could

I do anything less.

She has my heart I wrote it for her.

for her alone no one else.

Is it a Rondo or a bagatelle?

A frivolous piece of music a plaything

I do not know.

she plays with more pathos now.

My own music is moving me to tears.

She is all that I need.,all that I want.

But she is married to another

and not for me.

She finishes the recital,

and turns her lovely face to me.

what is it called it is so lovely?

I look into her heart through her eyes

and answer.

It is named after you

and for you alone My Lady.

It is called