Ella

She got dressed
Thinking about kidnapping
The eyes of that musician who sings occasionally
She wanted to be
The first to arrive
Plotting how to hide her emotions
When she entered the room, he was there
As always, the first to hug him
Her gaze fixed on his song
Hopefully tonight she can make him fall in love
Let me dream of being
The one who inspires your song
That you're killing
This humble heart
He finished
That crazy singing
Words that filled the audience with warmth
She asked
If he would listen again
To a melody in the hotel, without so many people
She explored every corner of him
Not missing a second to kiss him, kiss him
She bathed in his words
Tonight the song is for you
Let me dream of being
The one who inspires your song
That you're killing
This humble heart
Let me dream of being
The one who inspires your song
That you're killing