The Spear, The Sword, The Words

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!!