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.