There's a man who waits just beyond the door
Listening to the sounds we're pulling in
Begging, pleading for attention
To reach their score

Is he protection
Or deflection
There, lingering, loitering, with apprehension
With eyes as live and wide as open wombs
Cheeks as flush as woman's blush
Lips as perched as morning birds

Fingers tapping at the desk
Ready to drop
Catch a player
Catch the next knock

Who is it who dares to come through
To place their visions
Within his sights

Step into the realms of dust trailed hands
Stir the echoes of distant tales

Who dares, who dares
To trace the lashes of rolling eyes
Tickling the land with the kiss of sunrise
Open the pages of lost lullabies
To coyly tease the broken spine
Who dares, who dares
To come alive