I will sit in that quiet corner and watch you enter from the door.
Our glances,two outstretched arms, will cross and hold hands
My eyes beckoning, will waft you to the seat next to me.

Let's watch the courting dance of coffee and cold weather
As a humming wind and rhythmic rain serenade the two
Coaxing them to embrace

I waive my finger to stir the air
And bring it to my lips
Taste the chemistry
Of music and emotions
Bitter sweet I think.