Every meeting leaves an aftertaste -Its echo... impression... motive...its invisible magic...multiplied on imagination... an illusion...the fragile fragments,melodies and fusion...Like a trail of the air behind youTouches... words...And coffee haze on a cloudy dawnMelodies of the rainy undertone Phenomenon of presence... Everything is hidden in the "after": bitterness... bliss... sweetness...Joy and sadness...Meetings and partings have their scent...The windy elegy -Appearing/ reappearing in a sunset...By sorting out the notes and sounds -The pulse is beating faster, stronger than beforeThere is an aftertaste to words and silenceThe "after" is the spice of our love