Hyacinths

Inebriated by the smell of the hyacinths I sit here
and listen
to the sounds you play
your music
seeps into every nook of my soul,
my body
gradually becomes yours
and every string of your sound pulls the veil a bit more
until my mind discovers the answer to that everlasting question.

I love you.

I love you, like the soldier his general,
like the bird loves the sun,
like the green meadows love the deep blue skyes...