Wildfire.

You take a deep breath to start

As wildfire blushes your cheeks

And it rages down your neck

And into your throat

And then you speak

I’m nervous you say

As you begin to play

The song you wrote

The creation you made

And I am in awe of the sound

My feet don’t touch the ground

When you sing

When you write

When you blush

And the music is enough to move me

But then you look at me

And your fingers are plucking strings

And I’m sent reeling

In this moment there is no time

And there is no word, no rhyme

That I could find

In my mind

That would make sense of the way I feel

When the music inside you begins to exist

I can’t resist

The smile that finds my lips

I’m sure I sound foolish but I don’t care

The way you love music is rare

And I will always be

A puppet on your string

When you play your songs for me.