| What
do I say? What will I do? How do I act? How can I notice everything in the few minutes we'll have together? I must be natural - not sharp or flat. I know I won't see you again for a long time. It will seem like an eternity but I know it will only be months. You need training, Piano Man, before you start your job. I thought I was prepared for this moment. I was not. Your fur was course to the touch. Your soft undercoat seemed a bit sparse. Your black body carried a pure white collar, belly, legs and forefront. You must be a white factored tri - tiny white streaks on your rump tell the tale of the gene pool. Sable brows light your eyes and direct me to your tender soul. Nobody could miss your smiling sable mask. You seem to be a chap who knows what he wants...butt scrunchies...I am happy to comply. When I close my eyes, I can still picture gazing into yours. I'm looking forward to the day we live as one, and work as one. Fine tuning is required with any work of art. Come on Piano Man, I'm ready. Let's do some tuning!! |