Maria — walks so lightly —
the Earth forgets to turn —
and in her smile — the Seasons —
reluctantly return —

When near — my heart surrenders —
and pauses — just to see —
the grace that moves — unknowing —
through mortal fields — and me —

She is — a kind of silence —
that music longs to be —
a note I may not capture —
but keeps composing — me —