Star gazing through separation

I can't seem to settle for familiar,
because I always end up sitting
beneath sparkling showers of
a stage's most whimsical play.

You capture the musky air
and breathe words of meaning,
lyrics that foster a brisk soul.

Suddenly, as if my thoughts guide,
there is no one to greet or masks
to comment on, there is simplicity;
and for the first time, I don't look
toward the spotlight, I just sing.

In that melody I reach the harmony
writing some new kind of love
where beauty wakes to find your
face of signification.

And there, one lagato note
binds our fingers breathlessly;
I am a single wing fluttering,
you are a light from heaven's table.

I cannot let this night slip
without telling you the sight of you
already writes our history,
and you know we can't let this stop.

Author notes

My favorite artist:

David Archuleta - Touch My Hand
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hR6HuXbh-hc