Every word that was written by me
To you, as jest or news
Was always made to fit the bars of my voice
As it sings your beauty.
This tender desperation beating
In my chest, this swirling adour
Crowding my heart is me
Lost for words
And making every heave of my breathe
A song to your beauty.
The nights I spent wondering about ringed planets
And giant red stars
Was to find a celestial harmony
That would fit the discordant chords
Of my thoughts, as they sang your beauty.
My iPhone, the Note tablet
Have something in common
Every byte of their memory
Is slaved to hold a slice of you
Of every smile,
Of the casual hair-flip, the rainbow-coloured bangles
The careful sway in your steps, the piano-player fingers
Chablis brown skin tone –
And they thread it all together to make
A cyberpanorama, whose littlest pixel
Sings to your beauty.
I sit by the edge of this vast plain
Watching the ripening grains
Feeling the pass of the playful breeze
As it races down the lilting slopes
And I hear them, alongside the tizz of the butterflies wings
Join in a whisper of music to each other
Natural rhymes, eternal –
(like that between my eyes and skin
One seeing you, the other thrilling at you)
In a silent concerto
As they sang your beauty.