Hearing her voice, I
Came to think, again
That she was
Singing to someone
Wanting to reach
Someone's
Ear

Hearing her sing again
Puts me into thinking
Into thinking she's sad
That she's gloomy

No
She isn't
I'm a bit
Sure of that

The lyrics of her song
Were not hers
But, the emotion
Is so pure,
So pure it seems
Each keystroke
Is in harmony
With her heartbeat

Endlessly hearing her voice
Makes it the last memory, the
Last song for the night
Playing in an infinite loop

I assumed, wished
She was singing to me
Calling my attention, wanting
To put her head
On my shoulder
Whispering
Her story
Her tears

No
She doesn't
It's not for me
I'm sure of that

Everytime
The music starts to play
I always feel the weight
Of her emotion
But, after a song or two
It already feels soothing

Maybe
It's not about anyone
She just enjoys singing
She loves music