because the evening found me so

i feel
like a long-drawn violin composition
as mellow as a setting sun and as beautiful as a spring blossom
pining with a familiar yearning and resisting the calling
i feel
like a song unsung
as powdery as the shadow of a doubt and as vibrant as a kaleidoscope
bursting with life energy and suffocatingly corsetted at every opening.
i feel
like a long-drawn violin composition
like the accidental genius
like a cancelled dream
like a childless mother
like an incomplete conversation
like broken china
like a chocolate wrapper
like a hibernating songbird
like a moonless starry night
i feel like a glass of spilt milk
as vain as an absent waterfall and as potent as a yellowing tome
spread like the wings of an eagle and wasted like an old memoir
i feel
like a long-drawn violin composition