Expiration date 08/2018

A confession

I used to think that silence is the greatest melody,
even more beautiful than the Beethoven symphony.

And then I heard your voice for the first time

Louder than the Odin's thunder,
as sensual as the Eros'es arrows,
and more dynamic than gospels written in order to enchant the gods.

Ever since that moment

It's your words which keep replaying in my head
instead of Arctic Monkeys texts.
So I might ask Heavens whether your entity is a wizard
and your artwork is simply a witch-craft.
But is asking such a question a necessity?
Since we both know that
if a genius as Da Vinci was ever meant to be a poet
he wouldn't reach the complexity of your poems.
And that my darling is a really suspicious fact
so you might wanna put away your innocent act,
just release that limitless thoughts
tied down by the boundaries of sanity frauds.

You once claimed

"There ain't no metaphor which humans couldn't comprehend."
"There is. A life" I said.
And I truly couldn't imagine any external similarities
reflecting so much pain on daily basis as life itself in its common form.
But then you came and gave new dimensions
to everything I used to call the "home".
You became a source of my inspiration,
a lighthouse for my darkest thoughts,
and finally - a new expression
for yearning to feel alive.