Swift breezes rush through me,
over my hands softly,
under the hairs on my skin
as if romantically embracing a part of me.

Notes and phrases playing loudly
seem to beckon someone within.
Come out. Remember. Be free again.
A glance connects and quickly dodges..

The road, so black with rubber,
so hard with fortitude
seems to soften like waves as we glide along, flying.

I feel winded,
straining to say simple answers,
knowing there is a danger
with this electric current, wading.

Unasked questions, unacknowledged thought,
sparks of insecurity and reckless ambitions.
An innocent touch means more, a song means more here..

Flying,
driving,
on this road,
just you and I.