for some reason

you, young virtuoso,
here you are, far from home,
attracted by a simple promise;

you smile as if you don't know how
and speak as if you're used to singing,
but your face is only kindness.

a coat that's too dark for your features
and a scarf that's too light for your coat
and i just want to keep you singing;

so i secure your name in my memory
(stephen w terribile)
and i'll put it down in writing.