the library

to meet with you once again 

you may hate me dislike me
not knowing i am God sent

or a good scent 
as i sit listening 
undressing every minute
 
as your eyes upon my balled 
are you still listening 

yes we are 
as we are 

with your sound
less words to tell
who are you

no words written
cant describe 
a song being played 

as we drift like the wind
not hers

becoming a chance again
to a  piano being  

you ask 
who are you
 to a silence