This is another one prompted by a MW flash poetry challenge. Flashing works?
Who said that?
Who said that?
Who dared to raise his voice
A touch above a whisper
With words not of my choice
Who are you?
Standing at my shoulder
A soul, within a hair’s breadth
A heart beating bolder
Why not stay?
And draw even closer
We’ll weave wonders, if you will
Be my dream composer