The history of the moment

Your face - the kiss of time,
your face - the moment of the senses,
your mouth - a leaf of rose,
string,
staff
and clef
before me moved into a mist
such that
Storm peaks which befell -
clouded.
Your face is now a sunny cloud,
your hands are thousands of sparks,
your hands are moving before my eyes,
your hands I catch a glance -

they're smooth and live -

they are like thousands of leaves -
before me they write their story -
 the history of the moment!