The timing itself is never right
You never stand still enough
To catch up with mine
I enjoy your mind just so
You keep things bouncing
With a quick word and go
Wondering what isn't heavy
These things that are spoken
Keeping the lightness maybe
This passion for life; its dancing
Your experiences are inspiration
For dreams and plans you bring
What feeds me in my soul
You have a knack in wanderlust
It keeps me in the clouds meandering
Just to pick it apart I dream
Over tea and your strings
Bouncing in on my days