You shuffled in late
In a whirl of cologne and winter clothes
And I never know what you're thinking
But when you move your arms to mimic mine
I wonder if you're thinking about the space between them
And how a person about my shape and size might fit there

Even if I'm the one who moves first
I still feel like a shadow

And we sit like two lonely statues in the dim light
In my mind the room might as well be empty
For how much I care about the other figures in the dark
Twin pianos decorate the trembling air
Shaking
Quivering
Mirrored in the breathes I take
And in the movements of our restless feet

For people who are sitting so very still
The space between us spells chaos so fluently