Sonnet 10

I'm caught inside an unforgiving sphere;
Encircling some dim idea of you.
Accelerating -through each wave of fear-
With no idea of where I'm heading to.

The precise frequencies that you emit
Reverberate through me in perfect pitch.
You show me every note, and where they fit;
The music that you make is warm and rich.

But when I wander from your gravity
I can not hear your song (or sing it's tune.)
I struggle to recall the melody;
I rush back to your side (a bit too soon.)

       I'll make it all up (just as I had planned.)
       I'll keep up with the pace, if I can stand.