Evening

With time, her body had relaxed; 
and I, too, had become at ease. 
Anyone who saw us then 
would have thought that we were lovers. 
For all of that six-minute song, 
we had held each other tightly
without letting go or saying a word. 
Even when the music had stopped 
and the evening breeze had died away, 
she had stayed for a while in my arms 
with her small face right next to mine, 
as if to give me a loving kiss 
or to whisper sweet nothings meant 
for my ears and my ears alone.