In the Piano Room

A warm, lazy afternoon,
The south of France;
Sunlight filters through.
I'm leaning on the piano
And you –

You make quiet magic
Come out of the keys.
But I'm breathing
Too loud for this room;
Just waiting –

Waiting for you to realize,
Here in the open space
Between notes and me.
If you looked up now,
You'd see –

See the way I watch,
Eyes not for the keys
But for silently caressing
Your graceful hands
And longing …