Strawberry, dark, bright blue sea

beneath your shining, piercing tone

Your rainstorm brewing,

Your thunder stewing

there is so much loud

In you, it cascades out, slowly, painfully

Built up

In waves that send my pulse racing

And alive,

It keeps neurons on fire,

It sends the strawberries patches

That scuttle along the well of your mind

Like little bits of green and red,

To fall into that quiet chasm

dark,

Quiet,

no light.

And I know it’s there,

Your loud music

That’s why I wait until the end.

It’s sounds like Beethoven,

But feels like

Mozart.

I see your hurricane 🌀

Hit

Then pass

And then

It’s all

Bright, deep, calm

Blue sea.