What did we talk about
when we stayed up all night?
Such earnest words
filling a bright room.
Music, people,
death,
music, love,
writing, music, food.
We never touched.
(You didn’t even like shaking hands.)
But the words,
sometimes shouted,
poured out
and over each other,
more and more of them,
thousands on and on
until night was gone.
that certainly rings a bell…hits a chord…strikes home.