Am I free to Dance to your tempo?

I'm growing a small sun
From the palm of your hand.
I hear music playing
Somewhere near your heart.
The music is getting louder
With the light of your eyes.
Am I free to dance my heart
To this testy tempo?

The person She is !!!

I think I've found the person in her.
Hidden in the darkest corner of the room,
Drowning in depression.
But when she smiles,
It can light up the room
& shows a bit of clarity.
Her smile transforms her into a new person.
She has a few friends,
Who love her more than she could ever understand.
If only I could tell her this more often.

Dulcet Voice !!!

I felt he had the voice of a Sex God,
Sometimes he just draws me in.
I feel his voice aiming at me.
To absorb the direction of my eye.
He triggers my senses,
To remember things back from other time and place.

His voice is graveled and honeyed.
His voice is a place,
Where I wish I could shelter in,
A place that makes me picturesque.
A clear lyrical vocal,
Which remained in my ears
Even after the music had stopped.

Each time he sings.
I feel the emotion..
And yes;
Sometimes I die.