from across the room i watch him,

my stranger with the soft hands and

the dark eyes. he takes notes and his hand

is mesmerizing as it moves across the paper.

he gives himself over to the music with a

peculiar grace. he mystifies me


-what would it be like to love you?-


and the longing leaves me



heart on my sleeve

not where it should be

- "my moon my man", feist


i want it now, i want it now

give me your heart and your soul

- "hysteria", muse