Muse and museums

a quiet celebration is good enough

i don't celebrate poetry
neither art nor artist
is waiting for an headline
i’d stay quiet in the room
just admire my muse

bake stories in my mind
pen down the words
hold someone's heart close
give away mine
a possession I prize

the heart that beats
held softly in my hands
mind aligning itself
with every breath you take

my feet walking aimlessly
ear to your footsteps
lips repeating your promises

the  letters stuck in books
the roses hidden well
their fragrance lingers around me
a cloud of memories
that whispers poetry

the book of poems is well hidden
the world doesn't need to know
your laughter is background music 
when i am alone on my worst days 
how it echoes in my head 
while i picture your face 
your eyes calm  me in ways
i could never explain

the world doesn't need to know
the  words I utter for you
the dreams I see for us
the metaphors that fell short
the philosophies that felt incomplete
the  moment you held my hand
how  weak my pen felt

the world doesn't need to know
every art isn't meant for an auction
every poem need not be quoted
every painting need not have a price
books  caged in glass
too precious to touch

the  world doesn't need to know
 this simple story of us
Needs no spotlight
you and i walk by museums
while the most beautiful art I ever saw
squeezes my hand a little tighter
-K