A Touch of the Other Place

Your infinity is music. 
Mine is moving mountains,

making miracles,
for the ones I love. 

I have endless ideas 
of the mountains I’d move for you.

One just floated through:
you playing to a sold out show

along the Gulf of Mexico,
the place on your mother's list before she goes,

she’s cheering from the front row,
and it’s all arranged without your knowing

so all you have to do is arrive and let go,
and I’ll be in the back surveying your glow…

Playing out these scenes,
sharing in the knowledge that we are a team,

fills me with infinity -
a touch of the other place, as you say it seems -

and I want to get to work on this mountain now,
but I remember I’ve not been allowed 

to love you up close -
yet, anyhow.