Ecstatic exposure
The glory
On a railway of ivory
Ebony hollow cask
A temporal mask
Of the sweet tones of my misery
My melancholy resonates through my head
Uninterrupted notes flow in harmony
My fingers weave past the track
Carress the back of my eardrums
Ample waves, my heart strums
Into an eternal noisy void

how come the echoes
of our pasts resonate
with the same tune?
strike the same chords?
climb and descend the same scales?

how is every
sunrise with you a symphony
and every midnight a concertino,
other wordly sounds ringing
vibrations in the corners for your mind,
transfigured by your heart,
carried out through voice
and reflected in
the deep gyrations of your ocean eyes?

(to be continued)