Lyric

Classroom after school

Drops falling into a beaker

The surface of the water scooping up light

The sound of a pen turning

Your back, not turning back

Your gaze reflected in the shadow of the glass

I'm drawn to your eyes and waver

The words I want to say

Still stuck in my throat

Only the sound of the drops

Connects us together

Plant petals

Sway gently

I record their presence on the edge of my notebook

After the teacher has left

In an empty classroom

I try to store the feelings I want to convey

In a beaker

But they spill over the edge

And disappear from view

My profile blurs against the sky

And my shadow, like a smile

Even if I gently reach out my fingers

It's too far to reach

The words I want to say

Stay in my throat

Only the sound of the drops

Connects us

After school in the classroom

Drops falling into a beaker