Concerto for Colorful Doors

Suddenly
when everything around was closed.
The air still, and
silence drowning every noise …
Not a murmur in my leaves – only a glimpse from afar,
turning passing-by words
into sentences with no meaning, and
an epilogue of low music… suddenly
Suddenly, you!
A suspicion of breeze
A beautiful
rusty andante,
from the Concerto for Colorful Doors.
Deep inside, the leaves begin to simmer
again.
Once more – I don’t remember when.
Arousing, gradually, just
as I begin to imagine how it is to feel your touch,
my most primitive instincts of lust
“Open up”, I whisper
with the edges of my fingers
as I touch the music,
which is intended only for you.
And I wait….