your lips were stern, your brow struck with the fantasy of another world at your doorstep you looked across the fancy pages with notes scattered, sound, and touch i stood and looked across the chasm that we have built, and you my mystery, you were so beautiful stumbling over the melodies i traced your sillouette against the curtain there i leaned against your soft shadow i sighed because your fingers slipped across the keys so easily, i couldn't breathe the sunlight that was not sun fell on your head i studied the hands that once lingered in mine sleepily i knew i would give my sky to stand and watch you, shoulders shudder with the twists of your wrists and bend of your head you make music sweetly in oblivion as i make the best of your face behind the curtain yours unconsious of mine staring drinking life through the liberty of watching