Let me show you what I see
(nothing too special)
but there is beauty
in between the tiles and floorboards...
and such serenity in the twist of an aging tree.

Just enough to give reason to art
and provide something with which to describe
your fire and water eyes.

Once your beauty is transcribed
let me sing to you my only song,
though it may not be beautiful.

Despite efforts to smooth out the accidentals
and soften each frantic high
it may seem a bit... experimental.

But perhaps,
if you listen with an open mind
and no intention to interpret
it may remind you of spring nights and summer dances
and that smooth chill that rain brings at twilight.

If you would allow it
I would give you all I have.
It isn't very much,
but it can rise to the moon,
like dust through a room,
pleasantly, catching breezes and bits of thin light.

And it can soar straight to the sun,
just close enough to evaporate...
until all that's left is you.