from the back of the room
your gaze lit up the stage
filling my face with such glee
that i gleamed like apollo
and my guitar was my lyre

when i picked your face
out of the crowd
i turned deep pink
because every song
was dedicated to you
every word
flew right to you

and i saw in your face
that you didn't see;
although they flew at you
you couldn't receive the words,
but only their beauty
and the thoughts they conveyed
made you believe
that perhaps the words were true
and you fell in love
with my passion
as i set my soul on fire
for you