How many Decembers ago when we were just walking along. A tiny patter of feet and a light flutter of heart. We had no words but in the silence we wrote enough a million books to fill. High upon the cosmos the lights twinkled and the moon sang. A little sonata and a tidy witty ditty. The world was dancing around us and yet it feels almost asleep. A locking of lips in a quiet little street. Just you and me and our hearts to speak.