I always love when we go out to concerts
Big or small, well-known or up-and-coming
The people we meet there always interesting
Most of all I love his company
We’ve been going out for several months
He still hasn’t said the “L” word to me yet
And that’s okay I think I understand
He’s going slow but I know this one’s special
Yet if I’m being honest about one thing
Though I love the live music scene like he
I’m not quite as fond when we see a female singer
For deep down I think he wishes he had that
It’s interesting because it’s not lust
Rather it’s deep compassion that I see
The way her melodies ping into his drums
Her innocent eyes gazing at him guiltily
The way he’s silent throughout the song
Just staring entranced yet semi-present
Hard to explain yet easy to describe
As if for once he is finally safe in the moment
I can sing just not well enough for a career
At least I’m not breaking glass like some
I know that’s one of the reasons he likes me
No, loves me. . . I hope
I’m not sure what it is exactly
That draws him in like so
People may like height, color, status
For him it’s sound in all varieties
Whether it’s the ability to sing beautifully
Or a sultry accent from anywhere in the world
He is enamored almost instantly with the owner
Like the Siren calling the Sailor from afar
Could it be what he missed from his past?
Or maybe that’s what was missing there
Maybe he wants it to be in his present always
Or could he be doing this for some unknown future?
Whatever it may be, he will keep chasing that voice
And to whomever he ends up with must understand
You’re both competing and not competing against that
Just remember he chose and cares for you above all others
Yet if she’s beautiful, has the voice and a shining personality
Don’t be surprised to see his attention drift her way harmlessly
But avoid getting mad because you possess your own voice too
Besides we all have our own unique interests that draw us in so
Any woman would be lucky to have him, and I hope it’ll be me
Maybe one day he will explain his reason better than I can
Even if it’s not me there to sing to him when he’s an old man
But instead another exotic Siren who took my place in the end. . .
Novatourist 