MUSIC FOR SALE

You were standing by the window
Light falling through your hair,
The room was full of voices
But I only saw you there.

You didn’t say a single word,
Just held my gaze a while,
Like you already knew
What was building in your smile.


We moved a little closer,
Like gravity was slow,
Careful not to rush it,
Letting tension grow.

The music faded somewhere,
The world slipped out of view,
And in the quiet between us
I felt it pulling through.


No dramatic gestures,
No lines we had to prove,
Just something in the silence
Starting to move.


It was the magic in the silence,
The way you held my eyes,
The unspoken confession
Neither of us denied.

Not just skin and shadow,
Not just what we show,
But something deeper waking
In the undertow.


You reached without touching,
Let your fingers trace the air,
Close enough for heat to rise,
Close enough to care.

I followed where you led me,
Slow steps down the hall,
Every door behind us
Fading from recall.


No need for promises,
No need for display,
Everything that mattered
Was happening that way.

In the hush of breathing,
In the darkened room,
We let anticipation
Quietly bloom.


It was the magic in the silence,
The tension we let be,
The space between our bodies
Writing you and me.

Not loud, not reckless,
Not burning out too fast,
But something steady building
Built to last.


The world was still outside.
We weren’t.