“Bis”

Like a cello with strong sound

In the world full of tension

Your voice was calm 

Your words were soft

That made me lean on 

With my eyes wide open

Into the source of this harmony

With a question waiting in suspension

It was not a single day

that I've wanted to ask

if you would be interested

in playing a song together

But

Not the right time, not the right place

Not to mention a fear

Of a simple word:

Dear