On love and music

II.            

            Could you pick me out in a crowd?

            Without my screaming aloud?

            Would your eyes meet mine,

            In a packed room?

            Or in an empty room?

IV.

They’ll fall--

            rain drops from petals

            And snap--

            Into place, a perfect fit

            puzzle pieces

             

A Tenderness lost

            that was never meant to stay,

            It was meant to be this way.

        

They may not have fallen

            into love

            any other day.

VII.

            The windows of her mind,

            Every single pane shut out

            by ice,

            Which cuts like a sword,

            Through your pure heart,

            Or jabs into a stone,

            Only to disappear when

            The right person

            Sheds his warmth,

           Wanting to melt that cold away.