Every word I write
Every song I sing
Is for you
And maybe someday you’ll hear
Maybe someday you’ll know
Maybe someday you’ll see
The one standing here
Waiting, wishing
Hoping only for a chance
To prove himself to you
But now
Now I sing to an empty room
I speak to an empty chair
Waiting on an audience of one
This is another one of those poems where the first two lines popped into my head and wouldn’t let me sleep until I let them out.