Except you, only you

When I lift a stone, or split a twig in half
nothing is there, except you
only you
When words become still
and music stutters between my lips
nothing is there, except you
only you
even when I tear the clouds, and pluck
the sunlight down my skin
nothing is there, except you
only you

Because I can be dull, all words
all senses, eyes and mind
but if you could peak through the beauty
that remains in my soul
nothing is there, except you
all you.