• I didn't recognise you from your eyes

    Electrifying behind a gilded mask but

    Your arms: swift hands, resilient fingers,

    Quivering with passion on the keys to make it

    Sing, and show me who you are, show me who you are

    Have some composure/ Where is your posture?

    "What a composition!" Try to hold the scale you're playing

    Only to be led away by a different kind of metronome so you

    Run; hitch up your golden gown, waterlogged with

    The sadness of realisation sweeping across the hall

    Away from me, as I say, in harmonic hushed semitones,

    "You did well to conceal your name, my darling,

    But you stripped your soul bare tonight."