For Einstein Wherever She May Be

Two white chairs and a lamp

You turn to me to know me better

And the world passes through our fingers in a tizzy

 

There is never a feeling like this

Magic cannot touch the ends of the evenings

Your smile smites me with its bliss

The music never stops playing in my heart

And your tresses compose their own fragrant breezes

It’s the air I breathe and the wonder I know

The little divinities that will dance forever in my soul

 

I know we have our own roads

Distances, my hands cannot steady

Trials my shoulders cannot uphold

But when the darkness warms us tonight

And eternity slumbers

You playing the piano

Is the last melody I want to hear