When I see you, I see a dream-
A light ocean of eyes, so eloquent
They are blind, and cause in me a rapture-
Into those eyes, please let me dive
You could arrive and I'd be still-
And at best, I'd be evasive.
You know not my feeling by my being evasive-
Nor the way you appear when I dream
And when you are near I can't stand still-
Your body's a movement totally eloquent
And into it, I want to dive-
Let me become your only rapture.
As your sticks flay with fury, I'm in this rapture-
I stare from afar, admiration evasive
Into those rhythms I would love to dive-
And within your music, I am lost in a dream
I have never heard anything more eloquent-
And when I hear it, I become so still.
Now alone, there is only so much I still-
Want, or need in the ether of the rapture
You cause in me, too eloquent-
I hate the way I am so evasive
See, I'm in love, and can't escape this dream-
And then it's: "Into the nearest fire let me dive."
Or "Into a pool, please let me dive"-
I cannot swim to save myself or still
Believe in something never had, a dream-
I'm sick of being lost in this never-rapture
And so sick of being awkwardly evasive-
Your solemn, fair face: blazing eloquent.
Even your ignorance is eloquent-
And into the sound I want to dive
Of the keys you wear-nonchalant,
evasive-
Upon hearing them I become too still
And am caught within your rattling rapture-
It appears as if I were caught in a dreamâ?¦
If only this dream of a human so eloquent
Could rapture me away, and let me
dive
So still into love, I'd be only too happy-no longer brutally evasive.
