I found the music, a piano.
Or did the music find me?
That describes you, everything.
Engulfing every bit of your grace,
Translating you into a rhythm.
Chords, that flow down your hair.
Every time they sway.
The music reminds me of you.
Of the times, when you were there.
Perfect, like roses in Ecuador.
Perfect, I saw you.
An attempt to fathom,
The beauty that God created, with his chisel.
Left in awe, was I.
Let this poem, act as proof.
That I saw, grandeur.
That I saw, finesse.
That I saw, strength.
That I saw, you beaming.
That I saw, you.
With all your heart, your soul.
A soul, gentle chaos.
Today, I found you in music.
Yesterday, I loved you.
But, tomorrow?
YOU ARE READING
Depths
PoetryIt's not been too long since I started writing. But I've found peace in writing unlike anything else. Here are my thoughts, what I feel, what I see, my perceptions, and my imagination. Welcome.
