There is nothing better than
your eyes looking like the
moonlight under
the sonata
The feeling of ecstasy running through
your very veins
Everything is content and
at ease with our nature

Oh old crooked piano,
shining through your very eyes, rolling at the peak - the nature
Tilting and rolling our heads with every
quiver and quaver
Shaking out salt through our pores
Hearing every movement, feeling it assault you
with dopamine and the
interminable display of serotonin.

If I were to die,
right at this very moment
I'd allow caducity to threaten me with its structure,
and to touch every part of me with its sweetness.
Not only that but its
every movement,
every ******,
every crescendo
and i'd allow it to rock me back and forth
soothing every bone and every follicle.
I'd allow it to run right through me,
until my ebullience is no longer.

I shall be free.