Your beauty
Can only be
Told by
Playing a fiddle.

Your eyes
Are not eyes;
But the patches
Of sky.

From the
Deep wells
Of your eyes
I drank a lot.

We shall climb
The sky…

Music that made
The blood throb
In my veins
And lured you
Off to unknown
Places..

And your smile
Is sun itself..
All gold trunkets
Smiled together
And moon
Bathed the trees
In silver light