I Still Listen For the Music

People passed by me like currents in the ocean some came some left and I watched. (I like to do that Try to make sense of the disorder) I couldn't get your attention partly because you were lost in that book (It was Cather in the Rye I still remember) but mostly because I am not the type of person who can go up to strangers. I wish I would have. I think you deserved to know that strangers thought of you like that. Your hair was no color like sand is no color and your hands were the perfect piano playing hands. At one point you paused to type into your laptop and suddenly I had piano music in my head. I felt delirious for a moment but then you stopped writing and looked to nowhere and I think you heard it too. You made me feel something but it wasn't happiness or love. (I've never believed in love at first sight anyway) The best way I can explain is by telling you to imagine a time when you were worried and the anxiety ate you and the you found out suddenly that everything was fine. That feeling of relief. You gave that to me. Then the library was closing and I couldn't get to you. You were so peaceful and beautiful. Before it ever really began you were gone. But I still listen for the music.