Lost music

My music had been delicately lost in the red floor of ocean
It was a thread of multiple you, I and he...and the guitar

The strings recalled the story of broken hearts crawling on painted mirrors,
Yellow, pink and blue

The lines travelled from Charbagh station to Miramar beach

and became tired of the journey on the plateau

Lying under the black tree we watched the half moon on a misty evening

Do you remember the school girl who gifted me a white flower
at the entrance of wilderness?

Or, the early morning love that made us to meet Laurito?

Years later,

You and I have been gracefully insane and willingly numb

The guitar lost its chords

We lost our innocence and our music.

I bought a new guitar.