Moonlight drifts across the quiet keys,
each silver note a word I never spoke.
You listen through the dark, heart to heart,
and every echo finds its way back home.
No need for promises, no need for time—
the moon remembers what love dares not say.
Hold this gentle light within your eyes,
and I will hold the shadow of your hand.
Though oceans widen, though seasons change,
my song remains the same soft shining circle
rising over every distant night—
the moon, my heart, the moon, my heart.