Before tonight,
It was a wink and a nod,
Then a bar stool scrapped the floor,
And in 4 seconds we spoke the languages,
Confidence, Affection, Lust, Anticipation
Yet not one word escaped our lips

The glowing warmth of reality.

I still speak those languages, better than I ever have,
But my fingers do not
Nor do these plastic keys
And I wink at this flat glass box
And it showers me in pale light
I reach out to caress its shoulder
And it bathes me in pale light

I spent all night in The Electricity Pub
And I saw hundreds of faces, perfectly still,
My fingers tried to reach out,
They nailed the keys without apprehension,
And all the blank faces stared back in silence

Except yours.