I
am not a musician
to be
observed
I am a musician
and you are
to be
the
dancer

the silver
platter
would say,
here
here is happy
and here is
simple

I can't
imagine such
a ludicrous lie
would exist
and I have
given up hope
on
you

I am still
an
old man
in a flower field
searching
for
those words

to no avail