The Middle Note

You balance scales with whispered breath,

You weigh the words, you paint the sky,

A diplomat who dances death.

A lover caught in asking why.

Your grace is sharp, your mind refined,

You crave the calm, the silken thread

A poet’s soul, a mirrored mind.

Not just what's said, but how it's said.

Yet choices pull your heart apart

You charm, you flirt, you ease, you please

Each side a song, a work of art.

But seek your own elusive peace.

Still, in your gaze, things realign

You are the hush before the kiss,

A beauty born of clear design.

The echo of a perfect bliss.