a million stars erupt each time you laugh your heart out,
leaving a little onlooker wondering what it's about?
but, does that matter
when your sound cancels all the idle chatter?
you own some deep valleys and dense trees that curl at the top,
oh! how difficult it is to train these eyes to stop!
you're beautiful, in all your golden glory.
shining, far away, out of reach from my story.
you're always focussed, in matters of life and money.
while someone is falling hard, isn't that funny?

this is not a melancholic giving up tale,
neither an active persuasion.
not a lesson for lovers to hail,
nor another happy ending, hopeful lesson.

what is it?

it's just the middle.

the middle of a ground,
two strangers passing without any sound
but the little onlooker feels a distant laughter in the silence,

...
the renter of her heart, her favourite laughter just passes by.

A/N - a product of trying to remove an inconvenient crush. uff!