Not once do you say a word
Not once do your soft lips part to utter a note
But in so many ways, you say more than I ever could
Inexpressible, yet so undeniable to me
Of others minds, this is nothing more than a melody
That swings from side to side like a pendant,
Leaving traces of itself hanging in the air,
And twirling on its chain with each acciaccatura
That leaps around the air
For me, you are telling me everything I ever needed to hear from you
Of how you feel, what I am, who you are
And although I am sat with many others,
Smiling and soaking up each cadence,
It is to me alone you are playing
As you glance, fleeting as a bird
At me, and no one else
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