So, I talk to you.

It helps me not to weep.

You don't seem to have much fun.

And you're not the only one.

I'm just talking to myself

While you're asleep.

I am the poet.

You don't know it,

But I write my songs for you.

You're asleep, it's plain to see,

So I sing your songs for me.

You are sleeping

And I've nothing else to do.

Like the statue in the play

You will turn to me one day.

Through some miracle, alive

And conscious of me.

I write songs you never hear

Though you seem to be so near,

But one day the stone will wake

And start to love me.