I suggest playing the song above to understand the inspiration for the writing below, Concertino by Chaminade. But it's up to you ^_^

Composer

The way you make the hollowed metal tube ping the air

Brings tears to my eyes

The same way when I heard of your engagement

I am but a humble pianist, bowing down to your magic flute

So let this piece be my last stand of my love, a double-edged sword

I pour my feelings into this song, hoping you will understand

But only if you can navigates its passages

I'm sure as an expert flautist, you would be able to play it.

Player

I remember his smile, the way he laughed

But most importantly how he played

Is this why he now mocks me by not answering?

Or perhaps he is preoccupied

Either way, I am not a machine that will be ignored

Let my happiness ring through the beginning

And disappointment tear through the cadenza

May he shudder if he ever listens

And let him remember

Listener

The song of my first love

Oh how the notes ring clearly through the air

Do I remember? ...I do.

The way his laughs were crisp as the sixteenths

His kisses smooth as the endless runs

He was always flamboyant as the ending

And perhaps that's why I will always love him.