The Music of the Piano | Tiếng Dương Cầm

Author: Văn Phụng | Fayland Maiden Rendition

Remember that day, when spring just arrived—

Swarms of birds were singing in the sky.

They glided gently, wing to wing,

While butterflies showed off their colors

Amidst a thousand blooming flowers.

They soared their wings in the sunshine,

Playing beneath morning’s golden light.

Remember that night, when love filled my heart.

Light rain drizzled, wetting my shoulders.

I wandered on and on,

In search of a piano lover.

My footsteps led me to this place—

A world beyond the everyday.

On whose balcony, I heard the music rise…

The sound of piano,

So beautiful… so heart-touching.

Deep bass—

Water-smooth, crystal-clear.

Melodious, graceful,

Affectionate… ethereal.

The soulful notes stirred longing,

A tender ache of memory rising.

Dear friend, do you still remember?

Chopin—

For whom did he write those heart-rendering melodies?

To make the world fall in love

With the music of the piano…

To let love give rise

To a thousand verses.

The music of the piano still lingers on,

But I’m lost in my own world,

Engrossed in a daydream…