They don’t know she’s there,
situated – pen in hand
not in despair, but joy
watching syllables,
drawing metaphors with words,
adding flair, to an ordinarily bland sentence
They have no idea, she’s seated –
fingers, waltzing across keys,
performing their dance of love,
to lyrics (with such ease)
No, they don’t know any of this, at all,
nor could they ever, comprehend
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