I was strolling by when I glanced through the window and saw you mashing the keys and tickling the ivories. I noticed your long brown mane held in place by a head band. I was the girl that you made eye contact with through the window. Do you recall my flowing strawberry blonde locks (even though I had my hood up)? And my flaming red stilettos? You will be on my mind as I fly back east. Meet me in the 'peg.