A musical poem

Bury yourself in a chord

eyes closed,
free your senses,
trace the notes,
one at a time.

Let it jump through the synapses
flow through the nerves
sink into the gray matter

evoke your sentiments
awake your mind
until it rests in the air
resonance.
vanish.
in a scent of vanilla
in the shadow of the candle light

confused

maybe...
loneliness get in the way

My sweater was rolled up
slight and soft;
My heart was moved.
My back was touched.

You stroked my hair,
dearly.
Your gentle voice
blow in my ears.

You looked at me, into my eyes where
I was frightened that maybe
you know what is in my mind...

that I don't.
I
simpliy
don't
know...

maybe loneliness blinds us.
or blends us.

maybe I am just
confused.