Ode to "Crystalline"

I have an affection
for the university bus,
it's evenly paced screeching
so common and dull
interrupting your performance,
it brings you to earth
though you are weaving new
worlds with your hands,
the mere sight of you is still
beyond my ability to fathom,
those lovely nights
of that interim, when I strayed
from all that I knew
to think about you, quietly
the notes of your soul
are undone at the keys of your piano,
my most intense contemplation
even now, is so simple
"why are some people like this?"
though I know the answer.