Song Of Your Eyes - Poem by Abby Koning
Your eyes are ivory keys
With blackest pupils in between
And they play the sweetest music
My eyes have ever seen
And the notes flow on and on
A song from your heart to mine
Skipping and floating through the air
And throughout my mind.
And my heart dances
Upon its strings
Like a puppet upon the hand of its master
It follows along with your rhythm
Each movement of your hand
Each curve of your mouth
Each radiant dropp of moisture on your lips
I’ll vow to be your puppet forever
If you’ll give me the chance
And I promise my smile will never be forced.
I wish I could comprehend the song of your eyes
For, in doing so, maybe I could raise mine
Above a whisper
That your heart must strain so hard to hear
If, in fact, it even cares at all to hear me
If it cares to join in my dance
Or to be the second half of my duet…
I am a lonely note in a cleft unlike anything you’ve heard before
So spare me a glance
Of your piano key eyes
And allow me to attend
The concert of your soul
And please, please, attend mine as well
There’s a place inside my heart
With your name scrolled upon it
In notes and staffs and rhythms
The key is called Devotion
The time signature is Forever
So place your hand in mine and sing
Sing your heart out and I’ll sing out mine
And our hearts will waltz away from us
Into a separate concert hall
Reserved for just the two of us.
Sing louder, my dear.
I’m begging you to be the song of my eyes.
Listen closely, my darling.
Listen as I play my piano key heart for you.
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