Sing Our Own. Poem by Brian Ben

You see,
I have been writing symphonies
Symphonies about two symphonists
I could only think of us
How beautiful we would sing our own
Because every time you heal I do
And each time the heart aches
It grows a little stronger.

I was also thinking of how to love
Little did I know I would get this feeling?
Now I have an imaginary picture…
How, when you are around,
The violins sound beautiful
Amazing are the octaves
And a picture of two symphonists is complete

Everyone knows who I am
Nobody knows what I am
All I need now is time,
Time to open up and show you what I am
Because I want you for more than just a friend