What note can I play
on this imaginary sky
when I am joined
by the tale of your love.
I witness muse flow-
subtle oceans of rebirth
serving compositions.
Your heart feasts
on my soul,
where echo is our own,
a land made by
duets and harmony,
birds will stoop
to listen well.
Don't be invigorated
if I say I am not worthy
to have the world stopped-
for a touch of eternity.
