When the melody goes mute...

Like a childs game: words unlocking a dream,
time stood still.
Wrong or right, it didn't matter.
You and I and a fantasy etched.
A nightingale, she sang while water fell,
the moon lighting up a simple wooden bench for us,
it wasn't so simple anymore.
Hand in hand in oblivion,
grinning knowingly and unapologetic.
Far from the vicious reality
of the past, present and future,
where you consumed my mind.
Like a pillar of hope, it stood
Our secret place.