You with a blurred face
Held my hand and taught it how to dance with grace
It was difficult at the beginning for my hands wasn't used to the pace
But you were patient with me and taught me how to write step by step
You said step one is to think of anything that inspires you
Anything that you want to pursue
And you know what?
I immediately thought of you
I don't know why,
But the thought of you makes my fingers dance to the rhythm of my thoughts
They weren't disoriented as I thought they would be,
My fingers and thoughts were in sync with the thought of you being with me
Step two is to feel the music
Let your imagination run, wild and free
And so my black pearl spheres
Hid themselves in my clam like lids
As I found myself getting lost in my own created fantasy
I didn't noticed that I perfectly executed a choreography
You made me do all these
Your presence ruined my calm territory
As I glanced back to my blurred faced instructor
His full moons became crescent ones
How I wish you would stay like that forever
How I wish you didn't taught me step number three
But then, that time really came
You told me the final step is to practice
For I still didn't know all the tactics
And so my hands danced and danced to the beats of my imagination
I didn't notice you left
You didn't made a sound when you closed the door
You just left a note saying 'I believe you can do it, I believe you'll soar'
Am I unworthy of any explanation anymore
My once graceful, experienced hand
Forgot the essence of writting poetry
For the gem that keeps me going
Stole my purpose and left without caring