The grand of any piano,
the key a Man does play,
the chord of a measured share.
Too Pleasure
The scores so countered,
a metronome clicks,
to keep the time,
'cause I won't look...away!!
Captured I am,
by a singular man,
he haunts my port,
with a strange rapport,
I wonder,
Is there more?
In state,
a site to see,
will this feat prove to be?,
dynamics? or just plain deed?
To clap the same,
'Old Way'
put into words,
the rhythm rights,
a Riddlers plight!!
Gazing upon that door,
I open to know,
their adored.
Knot by passed,
but on Trust,
of simply saying,
I still do lust....after!!