When the
hearts of the past returned last time
A man came
from the mountains.
The man’s
eyes
Looking at
nowhere
Maybe
inside his mind
Perhaps
just his heart.
Giving
musin and colour to the dark
Another
unexpected but beautiful muse
Taking a
piece of my heart
And turning
it into gold.
Profound
eyes looking at every key
With
infinite love
Soft hands
intensely loving
Each one of
them.
The man
comes slowly within my soul
Decorating
it all with love
The man
makes the river flow
As pen and
paper dance.
Slender
hand loving through the chords
As his eyes
look inside himself.
And a voice
as strong as wind in winter
Expresses
feelings from his heart.
His look
never touched mine
But his
tune touched
my reason
and emotion together
giving me
the best of times.
Our lives
are a strong tie in the wind
That not
even the wildest hurricane will destroy.
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