Songs

Songs seem more important
When I listen to them with you.
I sit on the floor,
You sit on the sofa,
So how come I can feel your hands
On my heart?
I like the way you smile at me,
Like we're both in on a big secret,
We're the secret.

You always know which words
Will move me,
I don't need to speak.
The room feels warm.
Things seem
slower
somehow.
The lyrics pour
down
the
walls.
We bathe in their
depth.
I feel so calm.
I feel so warm.