People clap their hands and await

For your lithe figure claim center stage.

I watched the lights caressed your face

As sure as darkness embraced mine.

Tell me how you find me at your core,

I’m drenched in amazement in a  state so pure.



Imagination melts in your feather voice

As reality congeals in your liquid stare

Out in the sea of faces drinking your grace,

They knew their way to me like loud murmurs.



You are Temptation incarnate holding that guitar,

Where my fire lit dreams are reborn.

You ****** those delicate strings

Like how lovers stroke a beloved’s hair.



You spoke of bashful sadness,

But your melody is a sweet whisper.

Did you steal the sad poetries I wrote,

And hid them in this joyful song?



Perhaps you noticed the cords of loneliness

I wear like embellishments around my neck.

You took some strands from them

And attached to that guitar of yours.

How you command happy chords from them,

Is the mystery to unravel in this music.



But every song got a destined last note

And sadly the answers escape with it.

All the more when you conclude this performance

With a furtive smile and a lingering gaze.



Is it fleeting fancy to play that melody again?

Or hear you sing those lines of endearment?

Never been to such place

Where agony and repose are entwined,

And time is both brief and eternal.



But are you as brave, out of that stage,

To draw out your fragile heart?

I already mastered the loveliness of pain,

So please teach me the beauty of joy.