poems for when you're gone

orchestra love

I think I know you like me
When I'm done tuning my D string
I glance over at you 
And what I find is
Your eyes staring at me
You don't blink
Some would find that creepy 
I don't 
I kind of find it rather cute 
And when you realize I've caught you
You go straight to looking at your strings
And then it's time to tune the G

Now we're playing our piece 
The conductor just wants to hear the first violins
Everyone's watching them play
Well, everyone expect for you
Maybe I'm paying too much attention 
To a stupid second violinist 
Or maybe I am not 
Maybe when I look it's always just a quick glance