White tux and white smile,
Playing something on a white tile,
Gorgeously dressed in style,
Stored in a secret file.
Gathered around the table,
Always looking like a fable,
This tiny heart can never handle,
White light like a candle.
White star that steals any show,
Grander than the grand piano,
Is it the melody or the glow?
'Tis you for all I know.
He might agree of you,
The bright light that guides me through,
The comfort sent to ease any rue,
The reason why my sky is all blue.
You are more beautiful than all the melodies,
Pleasing than any combined sound of the keys,
You're far more important than the do-re-mis,
You can have my heart whenever you please.
