Dear Gypsy
I loved
listening to the wonderful music you make
looking at the dance of your fingers on the strings
being lost
and your music aiding me with it
I loved
all those glorious conversations without words
I loved
finding reasons to walk your lane
and telling myself it is just a coincident
to find you there
I loved
the way you don't realize your freedom
the way you get lost in yourself
and try to hide your smile
I loved
watching the parrot which flies in whenever you play
looking at the old man, who listens to you everyday
I loved
the way your gaze meets and walks away gracefully
Dear Gypsy
can I take your music for a walk.....
