For The Music of Love I Walk
by Zawmb’yee Nuje
From afar I heard his
basso profundo
The trees were full of avian sopranos
and from the flitting
cherry blossoms fell on me
made my rosy heart a
coloratura soprano
I walked
in the patter of andante song,
a bird had a worm in his bill
al dente in wiggle
a breakfast trill
I hummed allegretto
heard my lover’s laugh, and
a cardinal lifted its
fan tail at me
those chirpy songs
a twitty ditty
not whippoorwill of night
or silly yellow daffodil song
a dilly to me
dilly I,
I skipped a beat
He turned and saw me
from the rendezvous point
Closer, but not
near enough
I did an entrechat
He lifted his arms
his smile
Più allegro
I leaped
Presto, I ran
and jumped into his arms,
percussion and kiss
Zawmb'yee Nuje 