86th prayer to G

Its like a dj strumming the rudra veena, is plucking words, so much happening, music wordless in words, she plays our love story, in

Reminds me of robert johnson his voice and guitar blues bar, his depth of emotion, his voodoo struck like an orchestra

And bjork, doesnt need a band, she can sing as loud as music, her voice a kind of genera all itself, plucking words, so deep is her voice, could sing without music

We wont need anyone elses song, accept in reflection, our love is our own

With just a look of love, you in your silence, our love has become, you my muse, thru music, thru sight, thru texts, ‘midst an orchestra, thru deep longing, we can read each other

And in my words is the range, G, transform your life to light, called love poetry, what gives story and music its insight, play in harmony, flight

And hopefully, my words speak from my own tongue, of your Beauty, accompany our own emotion, i can see

Round and angular all shapes of women in you sing, you feel my birdsong, our love deep, like a rudra veena, our story a classical piece, in meditation on each other

G, i want to feel your heart beat, strumming next to me, how will i find the words to speak, then, when again we meet, how will i serve you, queen bee, collaborate your music? Lulling me finally to find my voice, speak to you really