You Sing

When you play the music, my heart hears and soars. You lower your voice in sentimental, dripping sounds and I smile. My left arm raises and my right embraces; my feet float across the floor.

Your notes turn, the tune trips off your tongue and my heart begins to mourn. My left arm veils my tears and my right embraces; my knees are dirtied on the floor.

You sing; I listen, it's never the same song as before.