Though, I fear it has been defocused by time.

On a day less than a full moon ago
to me, a spirit was made known
and spoke few words,
which were "Hello"

I saw the fire in your eyes
when you saw the music and realized
'this is my home, where my soul roams'
and I knew you were more valuable than gold

With voices of angels, we shared conversation
that lasted but a moment in time
And at its declension, You hugged me and promised
the notes would roll thunder
and numbers are dialed like wine

But a fate rode on the bullet that invaded your mind
like an idea; then sealed, as the world went blind

but are none of those themselves.

What, I'm just asking . . .
no reason . . .
. . . no reason at all (khuh, khuh)*
* that was onomatopoeia

I wish to be solicited.

Being a friend.

Seems like an incredible waste of energy to me.