Unwritten verse

I never could sleep in the summer.
         That night i tossed and turned,
            while the light outside,
               shafted my room.

Each summer,
          I came to understand that night was precious,
                     not to be wasted.

That the stars only shone,
                   for a few hours,
                     and the sun would soon rise,
                        to take out its rage,
                             upon us.

I got up,
        threw on my jacket over my nightie,
                       and tied up my laces.
                         stepped outside,
             to breathe in the sweet humid summer air.

I ran all the way to your house,
           I knew you where insomniac to,
                       My head was racing with thoughts,
                         of the brilliant conversations we'd have,
                                watching the sun rise together.

I stood outside your house,
        Your lamp was on,
            giving a dim light to your room,
                  your window open,
                     so i cupped my hands,
                       to call out your name.

Only i stopped.

    I heard a choard play.

my voice caught in my throat.

    I heard you sing,

about a girls eyes,
The way they shone ocean serene in the starlight.

My hands dropped to my side to my side,

   You sighed,

    Cursing yourself,

     Thinking that line was

 'Suckier then average'

So you tried again.

    I sat,
       and i listened to you sing,
                and strum,
                           Sigh,
        and once again try.

I never heard such and entrancing sound,

Such words. . . I never would of stringed together,

they made the perfect sentence,

to play the perfect story.

Then at last,
     Many pieces of unwritten verse,
                    you wrote,
                        Later.

You played it through,

  You voice pure,
      your emotions raw,
          The way you hit those guitars stings,
             with all the power,
                 of every single ounce of pain inside you.

  I sat there,
       Mesmerised,
           A chill ran through me,
              catching my breath,
                 freezing me,
                             Amazing me

         And i swear,

      That's the closest to Magic,

         I'll ever be.