Let me keep this smile.

Let me sit here a little bit longer.

Let me catch a small smile, just one more. They're rare things, smiles, precious treasures that can only be held close to the heart.

Let me listen to your voice, only for a few more seconds. So little but so much is said, I am only held in rapture.

Let me watch until I'm alone again.

The tables have turned on me, for now I come so eagerly to sit and observe, to listen to the wind and the voice of the violin. It speaks so quietly that most cannot hear, but the voice says all the things its player really feels.

I understand its words. Do you?

But then I am alone again, left to my thoughts, my demons. I cannot confront them, they lurk too close to home, too near to the surface to be allowed to peek into my heart.

When you come again, let me savor the moment. Why does the violin speak? To murmur sweet, sweet things, to lure the unwary sailor, to know the whispers of truth and sing them to the world. Every moment it cries, it cries to say all that its player cannot utter.

The winds blow differently around you, emergency exit friend.

Come again, when he makes you cry, when you lose a job, when you fail a test, come and sit with me once more and things will be better. Power and money are meaningless in your presence, but I cannot feel lost without my life when I can take comfort in making yours better. For, truly, your smile is all my violin cries for.

I would never make you cry.

But, you will never know, because sometimes you cry, but sometimes, I see you smile. I would never make you cry, but I could never, ever make you smile that way.

I don't know how he doesn't melt, knowing that smile is just for him.

You will never know because there are some things that cannot be said, cannot be revealed, for my heart is still too frail. You can never know because it would only cause pain, and pain, I will never inflict. So I keep my smiles to myself and my violin confined, because one day, you will know what I know.

That he is only for you, and you cannot be happy without him.

So I try to push you away, to keep you distant, but from the first moment I heard you shouting about donkey ears, I felt it.

That smile.

It was somewhere deep inside, hidden beneath dust and moss, hidden beneath the song for you, and the date for you, and the kiss for you.

And, hoping I could make you mine, I gave them to you, one by one.

But I still keep that smile. It would break me to give it, this last piece of my resistance. This last defense against the one thing that really, truly matters anymore.

It's here for you. Maybe, someday, I'll give it to you, the one smile that only you will ever have. Someday, because I will return to my 'first love' and leave you to yours, hoping to hope that both of us can be happy.

Let me play this song for you one more time.