sitting here the air as dense as the tension between
our ongoing glances, but as hushed as we know we are
we are not
the piano notes strum your heartstrings and you say music
is your only escape from this worldly existence
but that is like saying dreaming is the only way
you can see the world
there is always a trap door waiting under your bare feet
all it takes is a little bit of intelligence
to open the locks
and i can not tell you how much this snags
at the threads of my being
but if you do not slow down
then i will jump out