speaking of which, two new music reviews coming up this weekend

Every sentence was a confession
And I am not a priest
And I don’t want to be told all your secrets

I want to discover them
Revealed shy
In long conversations

Where listening is the main event
The memories of how I worked it all out
In the way you understood,
The way you looked at me
When the words had stopped

In that all too rare
Natural
Comfortable
Silence.