My heart melts

My heart melts

To the sounds of jazz music

While you and I

Enter a shining gallery

Full of thrillingly attractive works.

 

As a masterpiece,

You place yourself in the centre of this glorious place,

Filling the room

With the air of a tired and perplexed mind.

 

As a masterpiece,

You shine,

And only my look

Is used to this trembling heat around you.

 

You make the air

Flamboyant and stirring,

My soul

Chaotic and passionate,

Turn a regular white-tie event

Into a lively and a bit disturbing discussion

And then grab me by the hand and leave.

 

Too little time is left

To meticulously follow

The procedures of mundane communication

 

You share the keys to

the city with me,

having already seized the keys to my heart.