Music Hums From You
Though You're Gone The World
Still Sings Your Song
I have gone mad,
I feel you in every place&thing&nook:
The clouds puffed-out—your perky cheeks;
A shadow casts contrasting your nose's curve;
Breezed mesquites tousle as your flowing hair;
Soothing as your voice—the ocean laps the shore;
Incense-musk burns a night candle with your smell.
Everything you touched,
Resonates in tune,
Reflects your form.
I cannot escape your cascading,