Like a needle on an old Gramophone,
when the tip of your smile lands on me,
the music starts.

Effortlessly Your tender sharp heart
finds my secret grooves,
those no one else found.

In Your curious, loving, indulging on them
my spinning makes sense
exploding into music.

Your glances, kisses, caresses, the thought of You
the light and strength of your heartbeats
do pull and stretch out all the music I got, I am.

That’s why it is yours.
That’s why my heart
dances Your name