You Move Me: Poem

From unmoving curtains,

a face leaps at me

From dark ceilings,

a form grips me

From blooming roses,

another scent touches me

In the sun's warmth,

a different heat embraces me

In melodies of maestros,

an out-of-place voice talks to me

The farther you are, the more I drown in you

The longer your absence, the more my days take

Your shape

The less we speak, the louder your music grows

The less we meet, the more I find you in everything.