Eternal Gaze

Ten seconds convert to eternity,

As your starry eyes lock on mine

I am standing while most others are seated,

On the ramshackle, cerulean carpet

French horn in gloved hand, I stare,

Into your enchanting eyes

Our gazes grasp as if caught in a Chinese finger trap,

Overcoming them and making them one

Your glossy, silver baritone is at your feet,

And your gloved hands clasping each other

Everything in the backdrop is,

In reality moving exceedingly slow,

Yet, it seems like the entirety of the world around us,

Is stirring like a fresh snowfall

It seems as if we are caught in slow motion,

While the world is caught in chaos