notes
silhouette
the nights
flow in
washing over
like waves
a mystery
unfolds
silently awaiting
to be told
of seized moments
forgotten silhouettes
and all that
a heart can hold
thoughts
flood my veins
with nostalgia
of notes
that play within
time halts
when I hear you call
we meet
to fathom
who we are
a delicate touch
a soft whisper
in synch
two drops
of spilled ink
