-I can’t strum a guitar
I don’t know the chords
but the music I hear when I write you this song
comes out in these words.
-I can’t play a piano
and I can’t hold a tune
but when I sing your melody
I’m the man on the moon.
All the lyrics I’ve written
can’t depict the beat of a drum
and when I feel like I can’t go on
I look to my SON.
-There’s an orchestra of memories,
a symphony of heartache that strums
at the peak of my agony
And then all the love comes.
-I sing your name.
I breathe in.
Exhale the pain.
-I can’t draw your face
I don’t know how to paint.
The art of your love engraved on to my brain.
There’s no restraint.
Can’t illustrate your hue.
Your shades transcend
the art you’ve created my love,
embedded within.
-I draw your name.
I breathe in.
Exhale the pain.
I can’t procure your rythm.
I can’t encapsulate the depth of your prism….
I am your heartbeat.
I sustain your energy.
-I can’t portray you with dance.
No need for creativity.
I abide the life you gave.
I am you and you are me.
-I live your name.
I breathe in.
Exhale the pain.
I live your life.
I live your name.
-m
mahani 