I want to see you again,
music, notes, I want
to see your colors once more
to hold you in my hands
and break you in my fingers like bread crusts.
I want to breathe you in.
I want to feel the blue on my lips
the orange of that G
the spindly blue of that B-flat
I want to play you like a waterfall
cascading down past my fingertips
I want to blast you in my ears
when I have no refuge left
and lose myself in the gold and the crimson
of guitar-strings and violins
I want to bury myself in blue, in green,
in flute-notes and clarinet,
(spindly things, clarinets,
like reeds, all white-soft and pointy)
I want to simmer in black with the low notes
and ride on the crest of a singer’s vibrato
I want to be lost in the pastel, the white
of a high note; I want to feel the thrill
of a new song, a new color, a new world
in three and a half minutes, or maybe four.

I want you now, once more,
but you have made me an orphan
put me on my feet, given me the memories,
and then left me, your presence fading
like fog in sunlight, and I am lost.
If only for one day, for one song,
I could see you…
I want to breathe in your textures;
I want to see your colors again.