A look into my eyes

A wrinkle in time is all that is left. The piano playing in the background. I wish I knew what it means. The eyes are the only thing that is true. I thought I knew them well, but I fear they have learned to betray me. I study them quietly. A dim gray behind a sea of blue. It is hard to translate speech that has no words. I thought I had it figured out. I thought I knew when and why it rained. And in turn why they reflected the sun so brightly. But now I feel as if the change behind those eyes is as mysterious as the day I first looked at them. Perhaps it is because they know me better then I myself know me. They have seen me when I was a child. They see me now. Nothing I have done has ever escaped their gaze. It must be futile to try and fool them. To try and deceive. I now humbly surrender; to your eyes.