Monday, October 24, 2016

Serendipity



I cannot capture
the music of your heart,
the movement of the beat
is too fast for my soul.
The notes, too choirful
for me to imprison
with words,
run away
in shades of blue.
I cannot encompass
your melody
with a scribble on a page
or cage the crest
of your song.
My ears only
can understand,
my spirit pleasured
by
waves.
That’s the pity
of
serendipity.

1 comment:

Francine Biere said...

Keith, this is so beautiful and I could 'feel' it.