Your Art
Written to Adrian G.
You know those days,
where we do nothing in band?
And, everyone just talks,
or, like me, does homework at hand?
Then, there are those like you,
who practice and play,
the instruments gleaming and singing,
filling our ears with art, all the way.
But, then, there’s just you,
you’re different, you’re better.
My soul dances with your music,
the art as gentle as a bird’s feather.
I watch you play,
the notes soothing in my ears,
my heart beating with the soft rhythm,
the music only I listen to and hear.
You’re oblivious,
busy making art,
a note-filled masterpiece,
warming my heart.
When you play, I’m caught in a trance.
Hypnotized by beautiful music,
I forget about reality and sense:
And, I begin to hum.
I hum your lullaby.
We sing back and forth,
a connection connecting you and I.
Then, you look straight at me,
and, right as you do, I look away.
The connection and trance broke,
but, you remained on my mind all day.
