The Introverted Man

He likes the lights low lit, his style low key
His thinking is complicated, wise as the mystical oak tree.

In the sounds of silence my stillness is bold
He knows energy, see's vibes
I stare at my tea untill it turns cold.

Should you ever outshine the master?
Like the eagle from the mountains revered for his pastor.

Moving in the symphony notes of life,
searching words with his pen, like a woodsman with his knife.

'It's ok' He said, the time I need to recharge in silence.
There's a hustle in my mind.
I see desire, I hear the chug of red wine.

She thought I did not love her, I'm loyal to the core
Doing nothing alone is doing, I love her all the more.