The falling down,
Let me savour.
I am bound to no one,
No one to check the fall.
The final sweep the heart plunges,
Is what I wish to feel.
The closure the finale when the curtain drops.
No play here, no script, just an empty canvas.
And the ecstasy to paint it to any colour;
The imagination is mine to keep.
You have no place in here,
A temporary transit and i will be back into your arms.
But right here and now;
I wish to stay a little while more;
Where the music is thrown against the wall in earnest,
And i can feel its sharp edges strike and sting me.
The blue of the paint thrown,
And fall like droplets from a heaven bleeding.
