He's moaning out a song seductively,
and it's almost painfully passionate.
The tune erodes my reality, pulsing
notes through my entranced mind.
I ache with the each and every beat,
my mind harmonising silently and
the music just portrays its magic in
wonderfully secretive tunes.
They're telling me fancy stories,
and making music from regrets
because human silence is deafening
and music pleasing to the ear;
For lines make sense and words
can speak, and we're allowed to hear