The girl who played guitar
had me in the palm of her hand
from the moment she started playing
my hands began drumming
a rhythm on my thighs
which I didn't know
I was capable of

And when she opened her mouth
The songs which came pouring out
contained paradise
within each note
each syllable
and she sings with her eyes closed
just alone with the music
no longer human
but a vessel for beauty
I think that's what heaven is.

I saw her today
busking in the streets
and I couldn't help but grin
and go over
standing in front of her
throwing my everything
into her guitar case
I listened to every single
god ****** song
and before I knew it
Hours had passed
she stood up
put the old acoustic
back in its case
and left me
standing there
stunned