You came to me as poetry comes in song
and you showed me a new world of passion.
You loved me without conditions or reason
while I ignorant of the meaning of love protected my heart.
The sun has gone and now I sing of you
this solitude consumes me.
Forgive me if I was stolen away by fear.
You came to me I did not know how to love
all that is left is this song.
A song originally by Pink Martini, with an odd presence of Chopin’s Andate spianato and Grand Polonaise op. 22 in the middle of it