Late-night performances,
I closed my eyes just for a second.
Piano playing as I write the lyrics,
You suddenly stop and grab my hand.
Smiling at those big brown eyes,
As you wear all black.
I can hear your deep voice,
It’s like a smile right back.
You’re a beacon of light from the crowd,
It’s the only one I see.
I sing my song out loud,
It’s like I’m not afraid of what we could be.
This is a love story,
Just worth waiting to unfold.
Will you sing to me?
As I write each word as we go.
I’ll be the lovely poet,
And you’ll be the musician.