Your fingers graze the keys in the same way they do me;
softly sliding, traveling, tapping down
the length of my body.
But when you touch so gracefully- playing as you look at me-
all I hear are the sounds and singing
of a bittersweet melody.

You hand, it cups my cheek, as your fingers first touch the keys;
a song faint in its volume but strong in its presence and
surely starting warmly.
The first verse begins as your fingers trace my lips
and from the first note you played I knew I would stay and
I'm lost now in your music.

But as you go on a few wrong notes slip in our song
and you stop then right where you are.

And this break in your rhythm
reminds me-
our song is not yet perfect...
But you play on and I know
we're not far.

So this tune you keep playing and to your lyrics I'll listen,
though I hope you'll rewrite them with time,
so that when you play on my body and sing to me fondly
I can finally call your song mine.

But as I'm waiting, please love, keep playing;
know that I'm sure, I am
staying.