Flow

The music flows,
I know the beat.
I write these words
and tap my feet.

The words flow,
telling about my life.
Telling of all the good times,
and of all the strife.

My body flows,
I dance to my tune.
The night inspires,
the stars, the moon.

Your pictures flow,
behind my eyes.
These words are of you,
in deep disguise.

This strange, powerful meaning,
it is all that doesn't flow.
The wonders of you,
is something only I know.