Disguise

I stand on the surface of water,

Bent.

For if I straighten myself, I might just sink.

My back hurts under the strain of expectation.

I am crying.

With every tear I shed, I hope to lose a morsel of my mass, and hence, afford a degree to the top.

I can see myself in the water.

I can see the blood in my veins getting diluted to tears.

I can see the warm liquid that my eyelid cradles in the guise of a smile.

I am in the guise of a smile.

Freeze and Thaw

I thought I’ll preserve the cell,

So I kept it in cold storage.

I froze life, I stopped time.

It deceived death. I made it.

And then I thawed and thawed.

I tried to revive it,

But it had lost its integrity.

You can’t cheat fate.

As the piano music played, I thought of him

The boundary of the water, slowly receding,

To the rhythm,

Exposing the ground that it had never hidden.

My feet tapping, splashing the little there was,

Drops flying to territories unknown.

A little window on the top,

Radiating a darkness, distraught,

Wind blurring the light, the little there was.

As the piano music plays, I think of him.

A little smile on my face,

A gleam in my eye, an eye I could not see,

An eye I wish he could,

Although, it was as much his, how could he?

The music getting faster,

My feet a haze, their sound, a drone,

A tear in my eye,

Usurping the gleam with a gleam.

As the piano music played, I thought of him.

I miss his face, his voice, his hair,

His eyes.

His lips when he looks at me,

His scent.

His hands on me; on the black and white keys,

Flowing as water, caressing,

He absorbs their effect: clockwork, counter-clockwork.

He absorbs me.

As does music. His music. Him.

He is music to me.