A red shudder
passes through me
I’ve opened the doors
to the silence of unknown musicians.
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
In the pureness of this light.
I eavesdrop words in this dense fluctuate of people.
I spy on strangers’ thoughts that proceed slow.
I need your eyes. Fast, fleeting.
Your gaze receives and it requires attention with buttery wit. Thus.