Music Metaphor
The doubt about your thoughts
Is what sustains or maybe frightens me
I wish I had the power of knowing
Or the sweet sound of an note that keeps echoing
Then flows on a markable chorus...
Meanwhile time comes to split us
Just for a glance...
As a solo on a pianoless counterpoint
The quartet's dance..
Until we meet again
Rhythm accent...
To guide life
Like glissing violins
Sometimes calm and slow
Or fast and wide...
Then have our bodies aside
Sharing that same starry sky
Pleasant song...
Accomplice story...
That it's up us to write.
