Trapped underground

I am trapped underground by the woman playing "that" trumpet
I am trapped underground by the bleakness of her song
I am trapped underground by the almost tranquil sadness of her resonance
I am trapped underground by the eccentricity of her air
I am trapped underground by her mystifying presence
I am trapped underground because i am in all entirety bewitched by her

I am trapped underground because I saw a woman of Aboriginal appearance
I am trapped underground because i heard her song
I am trapped underground because her music left me aroused with want
I am trapped underground because I swam in the whiteness of it's melody
In the ambience of perfection

I am trapped underground because the woman who lavished upon me the legacy of music
The woman who spoke to me with quiet precision
I have clumsily rebuffed
rebuffed not premeditated
premeditated out of timidity
timidity of bestowing
bestowing hard cash
hard cash upon the busker
busker who's melody
(melodious sadness)
sadness caused by a
a sea of tumultuous anxiety
anxiety threatening my very being
a being now trapped underground
underground because
because the busker
my object of fixation
has vanished
vanished at a time
time made timeless
by a black woman's resolve
a resolve to give back to the hand
a hand lost
lost in time...