As your fingers fell flat
on the key board,
your head turned upward
eyes closed, mouth curled in one edge
your hair in sheer uncertainty,

and one at a time
the notes suspend themselves
in the atmosphere
lingering as if
they know no tomorrow.

Watching you from the half-opened door
I want to tell you how beautiful you are to me.
So beautiful that every word in English language
is inadequate to describe you.