"I love you"
The Piano boy whispers in her ear
His voice trembles
But he doesn't move away
The Piano boy is so close to her
She can see his breath misting in the chilly air
She can feel it on her face
She looks up into his eyes
They aren't too close yet
They could pull back
Either of them
But they only close the gap
The Wise girl sits up
Panting
This dream has happened three times
"If only." She murmurs
If only it could be real
If only she could tell him
The Piano Boy
How she felt
But The Wise Girl is too smart
Too unsure
To put herself out there
She will not be hurt
The Wise Girl watched the night sky from her window
She sees no stars
For the lights around her house are too bright
She sees only airplane lights
She sees only pretenders
Everywhere
At school, in her home, on the street
Even in her beloved night sky
The Piano Boy plays
Alone
The stage is lit, the lights are set, but still
He is alone
The audience is empty
He is unguarded
No need to be afraid
No need to hide
He hears her first
Her steps are gentle and quiet
He should not have herd her
But it is just a dream
The Piano Boy knows this
But he revels in the dream
No reservations
No fears
"Come here." He whispers
And The Wise Girl does not pull away
Like she does in real life
She sits next to him as he placed her fingers on the keys
He guides her hands
Teaching her
Sharign with her the way
To play the song that she loves so much
"Why do you pull away?"
The Piano Boy murmurs in her ear as he guides her hands across the smooth ivory keys
"Do you not like me?"
She does not answer
The Piano Boy expected no answer
For this was only a dream
She would never have let him this close in real life
The Wise Girl didn't like him
But his dreams were unbound by laws of truth
He was unlimited here
"Stay here with me." He murmurs in her ear
He hopes
He allows himself to hope
To hope that she'll respond
She does
"Always." She murmurs
The Piano Boy opens his eyes
His alarm is blaring
Jarring his senses
He wants to return to that happy place
But he will see her today
The Wise Girl
The Final Performace
The Talent show is today
The Piano Boy is nervous
He can't help but be a little afraid
But he can do it
He can play for her
Across town
The Wise Girl is already awake
She waits at her bus stop
Sitting on the stone wall
She thinks of him
She can't help it
"Get his out of your head."
She whispers to herself
She knows it is no use
It will do her no good
The Wise Girl thinks for a moment
And then she decides something
She runs inside for a moment
She prins out the music
The sheet music the Piano Boy can't read
The music of her song
It's thier song
The Wise Girl puts it in her bag and gets on the bus
It's a love letter to him
One The Piano Boy will never read
But the Piano can sing to him
YOU ARE READING
The Piano Boy
PoetryJust a poem about a pair of insecure highschoolers, based on a story that I wrote and lost a while ago and the emotions I feel when listening to the theme song.
