I'm hearing the notes under your fingers.
Harmonizing in tune with the other.
Following each other's steps to complete the pattern.
A sound unlike other.
The bird's song at the tip of your fingers flowing in the air like floating dandelions.
My head rests against your shoulder,
watching your quick hands hit a casual black key.
The whites softly pressed a few at a time followed by the new.
Too quickly the song slows, and you no longer look down at your hands.
They play softly, while you look down at me.
Your dark blue eyes staring deeper in me than I thought you could.
I'm seeing dark blue skies and shining stars promising something I could've never had with anyone else.
Imagining anything more beautiful now seems insignificant.
One of your hands carelessly leaves the keyboard to stroke my cheek.
Cool fingers contact my skin sending small chills down my back that I don't let show,
and I find myself more than a little breathless.
His other hand still playing a solitary rhythm,
lacking its partner in this elegant dance. The tune slips into me now.
One I remember fairly well.
And he knows this too.
Without my doing, my hand attains a mind of its own.
Stepping up to complete the dance.
I see his eyes smile,
and my mind swirls at his doing.
Our song fitting together like music-made lovers.
I again get lost at your brilliant promises,
on that dark blue sky.
