Dancing on top piano

Fingers your hands dancing on top piano blades
Singing together song I created special for both of us
You may hear, you can see we have a voice.
You may look how we knit the threads of romance.
The night is getting late
Bats flew above our heads
Our prayers are over
Our singing is complete spilled in the air
You must see, you must read both of us face
You guys can guess how we choose the pistil of romance.