Jealousy ? I'm too old to go there!
Though, on stage lit corners,where bright minds play,
I can't seem to participate
I love watching your mind work, is it admiration?

You turn me on... dam you!!
I love your mind, how quick,
full of wit,
and subtle flirtations shine,
beneath your will
to be sublime.

I'm too lazy,
I'm crystallized,
my thinking encased ,
locked up in some perpetual place
of the unheard,
the unable, self doubter,
a shameful festival of I, me.


But if I might take a moment of your time
to make up something quick,
just to see your eyes with that special glint,
hopeful for a response, is like flying in a dream.

You're always my inspiration, you always have the key,
you unlock me.

Well, its not Protons colliding, or black holes in space,or Parasitism,

Somehow, we work together, without a rhythm.