He was lonely, playing his music was not enough
Her toes danced under the covers
But she wouldn’t wait
So as the storm raged on outside
She gasped and closed her eyes
While he was on his way
Any danger held at arms length

Later they would talk and not listen
Confessions would be made
After all the awkward pauses
A slow dance in a dark room
The distant sound of a train breaks the quiet
The same old song plays in the background
As they strain to listen

The conversation goes in circles
With each day bringing surprises to no one
But they hold on for no other reason
Than finding themselves lost alone
And with searching in common
They weathered the storm
The music tiding them over.