Aug 2016
Across a room he played; there were no lyrics. Just chords not formed into a melody.
Across a room she stared out a window reluctant to congregate into conversation with society. Her thoughts screaming over the voices.
Only they thought they'd never become what they'd became. With each day passing by and the crowd growing so little would the chance come.
Across a room someone had just caught his eye. How many times had she'd been there? How many more times would he have to catch her attention... If only he could cross the room and speak.
Across the room from the corner of her eyes was a haze of a shadow. If only she could clear her mind, to see if maybe it's all just a daydream. How many more thoughts would keep her eyes from being clear.
Only would time ever see; to unfold a story of where only a set of strangers could ever meet. In the different views of their beliefs.
Across the room he played. He played, and he played. Hoping to catch her gaze he played the notes to form a melody. Hoping she'd decode the notes, so he wouldn't need to speak.
Across the room where only silence was heard did a new experience peak. A glorious melody she heard. A little out of tune but so perfectly imperfect it was hard to believe.
As they looked into each other's gaze they finally noticed. Something was there but what was being said. Only their souls could tell.
Across the room he looked up at the girl who was beyond his reach. The last chord came close and it was almost the end of the show. His hope was dwindling down to her wishes for an encore.
Across the room she tried once more to clear her mind. The mere shadow isn't what her mind tricks her to believe. She knows the notes and she can see the message in her head, if only she could see.
With the last light growing dull and his fingers growing tired had her vision become clear. He looked across a room so familiar to him one more to find she was no longer there. She gazed at him from the edge of a seat pulled in front of the stage where he sat on the edge.
Across a room so clear she abandoned a corner where she dwelled away from society. His melody so imperfectly perfect could she finally see. He could not speak.
Their eyes had a conversation across a room and the time has passed where they couldn't tell if tomorrow was today or yesterday.
In the front of the room was a couple that even though unlikely was a fatal match. He made melodies in place of words he couldn't speak and she finally spoke the thoughts that were killing.
Across a room she stared out a window reluctant to congregate into conversation with society. Her thoughts screaming over the voices.
Only they thought they'd never become what they'd became. With each day passing by and the crowd growing so little would the chance come.
Across a room someone had just caught his eye. How many times had she'd been there? How many more times would he have to catch her attention... If only he could cross the room and speak.
Across the room from the corner of her eyes was a haze of a shadow. If only she could clear her mind, to see if maybe it's all just a daydream. How many more thoughts would keep her eyes from being clear.
Only would time ever see; to unfold a story of where only a set of strangers could ever meet. In the different views of their beliefs.
Across the room he played. He played, and he played. Hoping to catch her gaze he played the notes to form a melody. Hoping she'd decode the notes, so he wouldn't need to speak.
Across the room where only silence was heard did a new experience peak. A glorious melody she heard. A little out of tune but so perfectly imperfect it was hard to believe.
As they looked into each other's gaze they finally noticed. Something was there but what was being said. Only their souls could tell.
Across the room he looked up at the girl who was beyond his reach. The last chord came close and it was almost the end of the show. His hope was dwindling down to her wishes for an encore.
Across the room she tried once more to clear her mind. The mere shadow isn't what her mind tricks her to believe. She knows the notes and she can see the message in her head, if only she could see.
With the last light growing dull and his fingers growing tired had her vision become clear. He looked across a room so familiar to him one more to find she was no longer there. She gazed at him from the edge of a seat pulled in front of the stage where he sat on the edge.
Across a room so clear she abandoned a corner where she dwelled away from society. His melody so imperfectly perfect could she finally see. He could not speak.
Their eyes had a conversation across a room and the time has passed where they couldn't tell if tomorrow was today or yesterday.
In the front of the room was a couple that even though unlikely was a fatal match. He made melodies in place of words he couldn't speak and she finally spoke the thoughts that were killing.
