You have played me like a violin
And all this while, all along
I have been dancing to the beat of your song
So insouciant as if nothing could touch me.
As if I had been forever liberated by your melody
Thinking that for some reason you were in tune to the beat of my heart
And the way it would crescendo like revel’s bolero every time you came near
And without you life became an interminable adagio
Like staring at a Caravaggio: still beautiful, but slightly painful
How I loved the sound of your staccato steps.
Quick and sharp yet on contrary light and airy
How I loved the timbre of your voice, I would replay it in my head over and over
Like a midnight lullaby
so beautiful it could make cherub’s cry
I saw myself dancing across the sky
like the ballerina I once was
Perfect pirouettes
Flawless Fouettes
Never questioning if things were really as perfect as they seemed
Never stopping to realize that it was only just a dream
That I had simply slept
And when I woke I wept
Now I know I am just your marionette
It’s all good fun.
Wind me up and watch me run
After all I am just a toy.
Who am I to dream?