More Sound

Precious time only investing in music.

Crowds of songs and never regretting 

getting lost. 

Hiding behind the sounds was only small talk,

no listening ears heard the fears of him who 

swallowed his own to show you. 

The look on your face is delicate. 

I know I'm only seeing you from the

crowd and no word seems to describe

feelings when covered in music.

Influenced by eye contact from beings in

the crowd who see other familiar eyes, but 

admiring from so far away.  

I'll never know your middle name.

Only unfolding the title of the opening song 

you desired to play, but thats all I needed.