I saw him play, dancing on the keys
He watched me read, Latin in a bar
I heard him laugh, walking down my street
So I said hello
He brushed my hair, I tried on his clothes
He read a book, while I planted some flowers
I plan my life, and he plans his own
Soon we'll say goodbye
I hear he plays, piano in New York
He knows I write, books about art
Maybe we'll talk, maybe not at all
But we had our time...
