Words in the dust

In the sunlight
On the windowsill,
Words in the dust.
Spelt in music,
Immortal in song.

In the moonlight
On the windowsill,
Words in the dust.
Blurred with time,
Still immortal in song.

I didn't write the words

I didn't write the words

Because you'd read them from my eyes.

They didn't remain untold,

You'd heard them in my sigh.