His eyes like footsteps walk across my mind day in, and day out.
He speaks into my mouth, as I swallow his meaning
written clearly across his guarded face.
His eyes prison guards hiding his smile, hiding his feelings.
His lips turn up in puzzling euphoria as I watch him.
As he speaks, small music notes escape his lips,
dancing, laughing, floating.
In between my fingers and across my cheeks, they swim.
Always whispering even at their loudest notes.
Sweet melodies ring as his eyes stare straight.
No matter how far away I feel them, holding my heart.
Holding my hand.
Holding my mind together, and keeping me on the ground.
Strings strummed one by one as my heart beats its steady drum,
He laughs.
His presence humming it's careful song,
only for my awaiting ears.