Violin on wind

Aah! The cloud
Of nostalgia.
So beautiful.
So colourful.
I am in your arms.
And we swim
In the flow of chords.
Like a violin
Exposed to a stormy wind.
And left
On it's own accord.
It plays
Wild then smooth.
Pampering the passion
Even soul.
The cloud bursts
Bringing me
To your absence
So deeply present
All around me.
And I couldn't see?
Maybe I avoided.
For I wasn't strong enough.
Or maybe I was
Way too strong
It needs strength to leave love
For hence lies
The true love.
And I set you free
My friend.
And there I understand love
Like a pinch of salt extra
Way too extra
In an otherwise mundane curry.
And I gulp down the burning
Extra salty paste.
For it gives me the flavour
Of extreme, of pain.
And I dive into those waves
Crawling greedily
On a sandy shore.
This time at night
With the warmth of water
Gently warming
The cold sand - spread
All around.
Heaped like a depository.
But the waves enter deep
Right through the pores.
And there I feel love
Flowing in my nerves.
You merged in me.
I feel free.