Living

Am I living in the details of a drawing?
In the traces, in the fading of the morning?
In the waiting, I'm too early, you were busy
I can see you

Am I living in the music, in the singing?
In the wording, in the silence at the ending?
I can see you in the window by a warm light
You are going through the motions
Of the evening, in your body you are living

In the passing of an hour
Of an idea, of my hands through
I can see you
Am I living?