The beauty in my radio,
To listen to the sounds,
yes the color in sheer music.
Dances across piano keys, dressed up, in white and black with gold embroidering,
rich like the multiple layers of orchestrated masterpiece right at my disposal.

Should I-Could I still, Listen to the song - her song
of laughter and clapping and smiling - rich in love.
  The sound of standing and rocking back and forth
With her in my arms
quietly,
softly,
pianissimo.

Loud in the blushing of our faces,
In the eyes interlocked and heat deep
In the foundation of our bones,
In the burning passion of the pyrophone
Just 2 hearts beating and living freely
Sparking chemistry-
setting our cold-hearted world aflame
larger,
fiercer,
Fortissimo.

In our dance, the knobs turned,
Broadcast frequency connecting
as our lips.
Her sound, my sound - our happiness, our song.
  All harmonically combined in us
for music to the world

The rain
only pours for a short while
And so
The parched flower,
enjoys its presence
To the utmost,
And in the tears of pollen,
A constant yearning
Keeps it empty through the night.

By god’s will
its roots are sufficiently filled
The little smidgen needed to survive
To live and breathe the liquid gold,
Becomes her purpose.
The evasive storm,
expected when she most blooms
Daren’t give poor marigold the time of day
Left in the piercing sun, she is
To dry and decay

Yes marigold is only one of many
Her constant failure can’t peak
The interest of the rain
Its beauty matched,
by roses and daffodils.
Even so
She pursues his soft,
pitter patter
and nourishing touch
And wishes to, until the gracing wind
Scatters her ashes across the sky.

But if you see
The vast and open world,
The “unfixable” situations
About wildlife
And people of all sorts,
For what it is
You’ll find that no force
nor decision from a court,
could sustain a balance

Our instinct in life
Is to have
A commodity we may rely on
for as long as we need it
A proper way to do things
That for years could be repeated