"Keep Your Friends Close"

Nothing comes between our speech,
You will talk while I will listen,
And we trade places, words flowing
Into space between us.

An orchestrated sound cocophany
Is the same where music is not heard,
Only movement and the word,
- The woodwind sound is not the voice
Of the players lips which form it,
This melody, his voice won't fit.

To hate, one has to love,
But hate cannot be spoken to.
It must be true - "Keep your enemies closer."