Skyline Muse

She danced wryly in the wind
She sang a familiar song
I adored her unique style
And I wanted to hold her close
We were ever so close
The setting was right
Perhaps even prophetic
But we'd just met
Both still catching the beat
I observed her glowing tempo
And her accented quarter notes
Nice rhythm!
I wanted to dance too
And then I caught her stare
Perhaps she caught my stare
That was the chorus
Followed by the first verse
She spit 16 bars with just a smile
The chorus ensued
The tempo slowed
The bridge neared
She asked many questions
And this was my verse