petrify in muse

I listen to music
 I sing to its tune
The melody behind it
will bring me in bloom,
Though I’m no flower
I only got thorns
I am but a cactus
good only for scorns,
I look at your petals
abound in perfume
I long for the fragrance
from here to Khartoum,
A field for a flower
is just what you need
The space that surrounds you
will not overfeed,
You brighten the meadow
 enlighten the sky
The aura around you
 you’ll just petrify.