For the one who sings for me

In the cold dissonance of sleepless nights,
Into the wet whirls of maddest sea of memories
I drown into the emotion of love,
The piano music that your fingers play
The church bells and the hymns of prayer
You taught me how to pray,
Just listen to music, pray nothing, you said.
I prayed; didn’t hear the music, oh sad.
I don’t pray now; I can’t hear the music yet
I try to speak to you; you hear me too
I try to touch you; you are not anywhere
I don’t hear your voice; But I feel you wet
You are somewhere here, and you see me well,
You sing for me,
You invite me to hear,
When my veins slough with blood rush
Your wet tongue wails poetry for me,
I hit my ears so hard; can’t hear a word of it.
I see darkness all around; my senses fail me,
And yet you sing---- don’t pray, just listen to my song,
Oh God, why this to me?
Allow me to pray; make me hear her so soon.