She is Music

when she reads me poetry
all angels unite to
celebrate a new born day
in a world of uncertain tomorrows
where Oleta and Anita
and even Patti
are forced to leave the stage of
soulful sanging
cos my heart is only banging
for my Queen of Words

when she reads me poetry
percussion pads & drum rolls
of hatred and destruction
have no place in my peaceful blood
no room for disgusting lies &
traumatising beats of fake alibis
-cos Honesty
is our fertile symphony-


seductive bongos create this ultimate
foundation of trust....deep inside
strings made of comfortable laughter
hold my weary heart high up to the sky
kissed once more..i exhale a melody
one , hummingbirds only can hear
...one, that ignores all my fear
......one, simply there to let us become
whole



when she reads me poetry
a simple tune
defines a perfect song
inside of me



She is Music to me