Lying beside you
Is an annoying pillow,
Dumb to the movements
Of your piano fingers.
My chest awaits its music.
The harp lies estranged,
Unstrung, the songs sung within
Duel with a love
Eternally sleeping between us.
When we turn around and
Our backs face each other,
The love will still lie
Like the child of our dreams.
Who needs a side-pillow,
When you have a best friend.
