I would be lying if I said
i couldn’t read
what is on the back of my hand
because what is on my mind
describes the inscription
on the palm of my hand

That’s why I can’t help
but look down and prepare
the roles in my eyes
every time I hear
your familiar tone
trying to play by ear
on keys I’m still trying
to find to hold.

then i strike a chord
you search the sound
to imitate, we both smile
and create a look so similar
so familiar
because you have music
in thought to my lyric

I think we can commit
to memory this piece
of harmony we started
to play and lend
a melody to
but if not i’ll try to play
without notes
and hopefully
you’ll follow too