What could I say,

that would convey,

our silent moments shared?

 

I could ponder all night,

with nothing to write,

that could ever compare.

 

Whatever you do,

it’s just me and you;

and that, to me, is fair.

 

As fair as a song,

from midnight till dawn,

interrupted sometimes by the day.

 

When I go to sleep,

I remember the sweet,

nothings you had to say.

 

When the song plays too long,

we’ll clap along,

smile and then hit replay.