Look who's Looking

[Guest guest]

Look who’s Looking

One hand on the keyboard;

one hand conducting music

through the air

and marking time

in the departure lounge

of these words.

Its never too late

to meet your lover somewhere.

Gods thought net

has endless holes to fall through.

I am suddenly struck

by a thunderclap of silence.

The music gets naked on my lips

and flowers of emptiness open.

To see me now

you would need the eyes of a saint

who had fallen into a wine vat

looking for his drunken soul

to sing tavern songs with.

A tipsy heart flower begins to talk.

Giggling at the thought

that anything could see anything

without being the laughter in Gods eye

when you show up

waving your arms shouting - Me.

love

eric