The Act Directed by You

You and I, we went to watch an act.
The one directed by you.

Never before had I seen, heard or read,
Something like that before.

If I called it a masterpiece,
I know I will be insulting your creation.

During the interval, when I was trying to be philosophical,
You slapped me so hard, and said just enjoy the moment.

That to many may seem like an assault,
But for me that was the best lesson.

The way it changed me is just incredible.
So much so that
In each character,
In each piece of the set,
In every musical note,
In every words the artists speak,
I now see, I now feel, nothing but you,
and you alone.
So much so, that it seems like an exclusive screening,
Till I realise, I have become a part of the play now.

You. Here. Now.

Who are you they ask me.
I can't say a word.
Just the thought of you,
make my eyes well-up.

I wonder what would happen,
if I tried to describe you?
First, I will have to search for,
words to do so.
But for that even a lifetime,
would not suffice.
Any words someone may try,
Oh they do nothing but a crime.

Then they ask me of our relation.
And I laugh! I laugh so loudly!
Because we are but one.
But also never together.

Although, this I know,
You are my everything.
Without you I am nothing.

The last bit is my favourite,
when they ask me,
where are you?
I say here. now.
Then they ask if they just missed you.
And I say again,
No, here. now.