There’s this face you make
when you play—
the world has gone
away
your eyes
an unfocused lens
seeing a part of the picture
we cannot.
You become
the sum
of a child affront the television set
plus actuality
(seduction and fulfillment combined)
transfixed
a system inexplicable
to those not neurons
running in your synapses.
Oh to be a string
reverberating
in your passion.