Soft Is The Laughter Poem by Argentine Tango

Soft is the laughter that comes from miles away
The jolly notes bounce from limbs and boughs,
Weave through delicate moon rays
And carry with them angelic joy at which I raise my brow

There's always a soul bringing life to the night
By whose prerogative the scene is typically still
It carries the power to make you feel so small, until
Such a jovial interruption emanates from out of sight

Connected now, soul to soul
Despite the distance I feel the pull
It doesn't waver and I wonder
If he who laughs knows I'm here
Despite my silent ponderance

Should I call out to him or just sit here
In a vacillating state of mind?
Should I make my presence clear as day
Or slip back into the loneliness my velvet sky reveres?

He laughs again but I'm too late
The notes slip through my fingers, deciding my fate
And so I stare at the broken laughter upon the ground
And within the shards I gaze eye to eye
With my own reflection beneath the starry sky
But I know, that minutes ago it was a two-way mirror

Who was on the other side I could've uncovered
If still intact…
If I had even dared to turn it over