Wicked Fingers

As your wicked fingers crawl onto the tightened metal, I feel myself loosing control, reminiscing my presence as if it is the holy lord's forbidden prayer, That is toxic, yet it shows me the unknown fantasies... As those pointed fleshes thrush onto the keys, I dissolve in the waves of tunes I give up on morals, logic, I dance to the hymns of the unholy man... As your wicked fingers dance around the accordion, I see the ghoul of dust surrounding my skin Naked then, to the music, I feel myself The unpracticed pain relieves my heart... The unsought melodies you play pierces my heart, Beyond light, air or fluids, I see an aurora In the aurora, I float and swim I become whatever you make of me Playing with my mind are those holy doomed fingers, which I'll never resist, I would play on with the actions it does... Reconsidering my existence to your tunes I feel your beats becoming more and more cryptic, by the time I want to see the enigma hidden behind those notes As if you persuade me to do so with those masters you use to create magic... Let me listen more, it soothes my ears Let me feel more, it brightens my gloom The glory must'n be lost, as it abides in the skies of the dukedom of its own Millions live there, in a universe of passion and aggression Let me seep in, let me see through Let me watch it grow inside me Let me become it, let me sow more Let me be where I am right now Let me fathom those wicked fingers... -Adhyatmika Tripathi