Renaissance thoughts

I did hear that hesitation, after the fact
that catch in your voice
that recognition of me
but don't worry, I know.

I'd be resting in the back room
listening or perhaps in the shadows
sipping the notes, translating, always translating.

I'd be waiting for a musician,
playing for you to dance,
playing for the pleasure that's in it.

I'd be waiting for night to fade
into those impossible hours;
waiting for him, happy, to take me
home to take my body into his hands,
release my melody.