enchanting spells

I was that passerby 

in the lights of the night.

Stopping at lost words square ,

not knowing what to tell you...

 Scared of these magics formulas.

Say nothing to the love ,

lest you frighten it away .

Hum it like a wind and rain melody.

Evokes it in symphonic memory 

and keep it in quiet melancholy .

 this is my recipe,

   between lips and there...

 Love is always that end of summer

bathed in the glow of twilight .

 When everything is over ,

the play continues in the search for oblivion...

To call love by its name is to make it lie .

It should be approached indirectly .

starting by the last page of the book...

Act as if it were one of those old aquaintance

you always meet on a miss time day 

somewhere in the mist of a past winter ...

Love is expressed in three slow notes 

on a solo piano perched in the clouds

and waiting for nightfall who may not come,

slipping away on a law bassoon 

orchestrated with a few silences 

soothing the flow of phrases ...

  Wasn't it only a deceptive lullaby ?

Then suddenly  something

seems  belonging to the nostalgia

 of yesterday's sandcastles...

Already love has vanished .

 When we let our heart beat ,

  believing in enchanting spells...