To the aura who rhymes

Somewhere deep inside my swirling symphonies, In the blades of silence and the clouds of chaos, I find you , The rhythm of your rhymes, The syllables of your sorrows, The luminosity of your limericks, Cumulating into a concoction of violin vibrancy, A dangerous beauty making words glide far better than olympians on ice, It is there, Seeped elegantly , in the effortlessly executed flows, Your feverish humor and intoxicating zest garnished in a sea of marble magnificence , A magical mind of a musical marvel, You, the aura of rhymes! What a breeze of blessing you have become, to this bruised being that shelters a wounded heart, to this drained dreams that fears the fire that flourishes my art, Thank you to your weaves, The words you wrap around me like a warm horizon, Setting a smile to those who look upon the breathtaking creature you craft.