taking place on the stage.
arranging an entrance.
we exchange our presents,
we engage in our presence.
its just us in attendance
you tug the strings of my heart,
the way musicians pluck the strings of guitars.
i imagine a cord by the hearth,
or bored together under the stars.
my mind wonders,
waiting for you to pick it apart
i wonder if you've mastered the piano.
the keys don't just strike cords,
they do what they want to,
keys unlock many doors,
your keys unlock my love too,
time lost, thinking of nothing but you.
time spent, thinking of something so true.
but overall overthinking us two
the heart is the percussion.
beating in sync with your direction.
my answers to your questions,
the concert of connection,
sold out tickets,
in the arena of affection.
the curtains closed
the lights turn cold
i hope that you enjoyed the show
the first show ends,
i hope together we grow old.