Profoundly for the Unfound

I thought I would paint love’s image,
in its own colours and shades.
But that’s deep in the canvas of my heart.
Would you see that if there was no light?

I thought I would sing love’s song,
In its own tune and melody.
But that sounds only in my silent eyes.
Would you hear that in a crowd then?

I thought I would dance to love’s song,
In its own steps and rhythms.
But my limbs awaken to them only in your absence.
Would you see that in your dreams then?

I thought I would write love’s words,
In its own meaning and language.
But they elude my thoughts and I write nothing.
Would you read them on a blank paper then?

EPILOGUE :

In the night, the song came to me,
But you were not there.
It found the words, hues, tunes and rhythms,
Which I had been seeking all day.
In a stillness of moment, after dark,
They all throbbed into music,
To which even the angels danced.
And the stars began to pulse with light.
But you were not there.
My hope was to sing it to you in the morning.
But as I tried, though the music came,
The words hung back,
When you were beside me...