Fascinated, excited like a child,
following you on your treasure-hunt
of my diamonds and pearls.
You’re gentle and you take your
time, carefully lifting things and
like an archeology find,
you cry out in childlike wonder,
Like an Easter egg hunt, some
are nested in carefully wrapped
glitter of an ordinary chocolate egg,
others are wrapped in plastic disguise.
Most precious of all and buried
deep within the vines of music
labels, artistry of words and images,
lies my soul.
And I creep softly behind you,
curious whether you’ll find it.
Even if you do, I have the key for
the box that encases and shields it.
I break into a sweat, breathless now.
You’ve come too close,
It’s right there in front of you,
suddenly afraid, you’ve discovered it!