I step closer
Peeking through the small peephole outside of the music room
My body pressed against the hard oak of the door
Ear flattened against the surface of the wood
Desperate to be greeted with the sound of your voice, poetically chanting the lyrics of a beautiful song
Which words are o so carefully crafted
Put together piece by piece
Line by line
Verse by verse
Fitting together like puzzle pieces
By you
Accompanied with the soft melodic sound of the piano
The keys of which you brush your fingers over so gently
Much like your words
When you perform of course
Because that's the only time I get to hear you soft, deep voice.
Deeper than the ocean
Oh the sea
But yet this time
I am not greeted with any melody
No music is heard
And I sink to the ground, back sliding against the door frame
Sinking underwater again
It's one if these days....
