How fearful I am to ask
That your words be for me
No sooner do they leave your lips
Than they find my ears
On will they go
To find another
Sweeten their thoughts
Though you have never left mine
My fears for you
Is that your fingers find another
Whose hands are not cold
I hope only that the warmth of my heart in winter
Is a beat you will still hunger for in spring
My hope that time will make a mockery of these insecurities
Buds now, I hold my breath for her to bloom
Patience is a song unfamiliar to my fingers
A melody the ivory knows well
Will this be the music of the night
Or the song that you sing to wake me in the morning