The beauty of a woman is all that is beautiful.
The finger rests controlled,
music lives and shines another corner,
she is futile again,
my life unfolds in her delicate petals
gripped and dropping free.
Her eyes – special silence in them
Courage, without a hand I am held
Glance, dip to the right corner
I am lost again
Her eyes are searching all the time
For me to come to.