As your artistic lips move


the ones that translate

beautiful words from your cerebrum

i wonder about you

day after day

as you stand and i sit

and you read me lifes lessons

interpretations of the wise

i wonder on your interpretation

where your words come from

and why

and the brown eyes ive come to trust over years

what makes them light up?

but i never ask

because you are the one standing

i just listen

fall in love with your art

and put faith in your teachings

all the while

daydreaming of life in your shoes