Poem: When the Song Ends

“Music of the Spheres” -Guillaume Le Signerre

And when the song ends,

I’ll be alone again,

But the song is perfect.

She has an angel’s voice;

He has a touching vision.

I find the gods in one’s provision

And humbleness in the other’s off key friction.

I’ve spent hours lost, touching keys blind,

Melody larked like a deafening quest.

I remember the embrace of encompassing sound,

Finding my soul’s bent at best, and worst,

Like lightning finds ground,

And I left weeping,

Struck by the profound.

Your plucking, your resonating,

The rhythm of your drum,

The cadence of your sound,

Gesticulating on air wave’s private reach,

My heart breathing vibrations

At the center of the world, and

Just to be good

Is how you leave me somehow,

Psyche clarified, heart aflame.