Piano in the pavilion (a poem with music)

Okey, I'm going to try something here. Imagin a beautiful person sitting and playing the piano in a garden pavilion and a ordinary girl sneeks in. Click play on the youtube-klip and the start to read the poem.



Your eyes are like a piece of amber
ancient secrets burried in the colour of honey
a soft ting-a-ling from the piano
Your skin is like ivory
fair and smooth
Ting-a-ling
Your artistic fingers dance across the piano
the night in the pavilion
Why, why must you smile?
Please don't, because it makes me cry
Hurt so much to love you
Why must you be so hard to reach
when you are sitting right in front of me
Ting-a-ling
Your hair is like gold
flowing down on your sholders
I try to reach you
Try to caress your rosy cheek
but I can't touch you
Your amber eyes look right through me
You can't see me
Doesn't matter how much I love you
You can't see, because you don't exist


Or, is it I who don't exist?