She listens to the singer but he hasn't yet let on
That he's singing only to her, every word every song
She is rapt in her attention, he is wrapped up in denial
He knows when the song is over she will disappear in the night
He's staring at her face while she studies his hands
His words stolen from books he fears that no one understands
She is stunning in her silence
He is too clever by one day
She is violent in violet as the violins fade away