Chopin sounded in the room on the white grand piano. Under the pianist's classically graceful hands, And outside the window, February was on...

Chopin sounded in the room on the white grand piano. Under the pianist's classically graceful hands, And outside the window, February was on its way, and quietly put his belongings in a box... In that traveling box, the moans of blizzards, The snowdrifts, the cold and the stinging wind. The piano tinkled ...