The Prince of Shy

She walks across the room

He watches and wonders

Somewhere

A piano is playing, a tune

To fall in love to
He hears the tune

Looks down

At his folded hands and then

Feels his closed mouth

She walks out of the room

And the piano stops

Playing somewhere

But continues to play

in his thoughts

The violins start and stop

As she enters the room

Again, he looks for eye

Contact. He craves

Only a Smile,

Even it's smug.

Written:April 24, 2006