Poetry...

Piano Raindrops
In my fragile hands I hold beauty itself
And your very existence resonates through my body
into my soul
Feeling your softest touch across my filthy skin
I am reminded of, and yet question,
my reason for being
For I have ever pondered the presence of a love this grand
Yet now I know that I shall never be worthy
My hand quivers at the thought of your glare into my eyes
However, you do not fly,
you remains with me
And as this tear rolls down my face
collecting dirt
It falls and finds itself on your wonderfulness
Strangly, though, you remain as perfect as ever
There is no need nor will to speak
Nothing I can say to match the essence
of your song
I surrender every feeling that I feel
and offer my everything
in the humanistic gripping of my hand