Shadows on the wall, they remember when
your fingers brushed the keys, the room was moonlit skin.
Every note a breath I still inhale,
a silver thread that ties my night to yours.
I follow where the echo fades,
through empty halls of ivory dust;
the piano sighs, the candle bows,
and love becomes a silhouette of us.
Shadows keep the shape of every kiss,
playing our ghost sonata in the dark.