I emerge from the cocoon of your chilled form with music in my knowing smile. My heart blossoms and beats without restraint. There is a sweetness to the air I cannot place, an electricity, tangible on the stirring breeze. My eyes lift to the heavens, grateful for the lack of salt that has marred their vision for so many years. I am all. I am everything caught whirling in this softening glow, this haze of glory mine to keep for all lifetimes that pass in the blink of wondered eyes. I embrace the morning with a love unfettered and know that she is mine. This is freedom.

Fear not the moonlight's lonely calling
lets dance a while as stars are falling
to tunes formed from our hearts desiring
and gladly we shall greet the morning.

Though Luna's sorrow may be bright
enchanting all on loveless nights
take heart and whisper with delight
that love is here, just out of sight.

Then when the dawn in chorus starts
and from our skies she softly parts
please offer up as she departs
a kiss upon her lonely heart.

I tune you as piano keys.
I listen intently to their blare through billions of seconds
to make sure they have sound of suitable height
with thirteen-digit accuracy.
I found the arbitrary parameter,
in shimmering sun in your eyes,
in consonants in your name,
in literature you are reading
in your footsteps in sand,
in joint travels,
in energy of your heart,
in motion of your thighs,
in your grace and beauty,
in the tone of your voice.
I am not able to say a word of admiration
for the sound of your body and soul.
Piano closed in such small creature.
Only I can play on you.
Instinctively, we escape from reality in music.
I try to focus on vision of notes
when I am distracted by your radiant face.
You sensed I play first time.
Light in your eyes gives me confidence.
Love is the music of your existance.
Life is secret of black and white keys.
I like when you are mostly undressed
wearing only underwear
without feeling any shame,
with your mind filled only with sounds
and touch of my hands.
The notes fell in torrnents.
Where am I?
I try to put excited pieces together .
Burning sensation in my skin gives new symphony,
overtones as powerful as waves of ocean.
Let it happen.
The blood needs to flow with music.
I barely breath.
I never felt like that.
Each movement felt like pure ecstasy.
The water of our sensation grows hotter again.
I am all fired up.
Play with me, my love.

Maybe we are like tall trees that are burst by the wind from all sides,
But because of those difficulties, they have grown deep roots underground.
Perhaps that’s the all point, to not bend too much until they break,
So they can survive multiple shots of pain.

Because I worry you

And because I shouldn't