His lips graze the microphone and I wonder
What it would feel like to be there instead
His whispers grazing my cheek
Searching for my lips with a silent song

His hands hold his guitar upright and proud
His fingers pluck the strings with careful determination
Creating ripples in my universe
And I shiver as the thought hits me
His hands around me like I am his beloved instrument

His voice sails through the wind until it reaches my ears
It warms me
Immersing me in melodic comfort
I think about what it would be like to be his muse
To be the reason he sings

I think about how lucky I would be
About how much he deserves better than me