Communication if a flux of energy
And a gift
To dispense in drops.
Iridescent and unique they flow
To the valley between us
And merge with yours
On a blend marking unequivocally
You opened the valve
With discretion and assertiveness
and your opinions were released and
Like a laser rainbow crossed the meeting room.
Everybody heard the reality you revealed
And agreed with their faces
Yet nobody picked the comment up
And your reality was dismissed.
Your words tell me successes
And bravery to launch your career
Despite the critics.
But I can read you.
Your hands tell me fear of the future
And confidence threatened by the established opinions.
I will hold your hand for free,
Not sure if you would return the favour.
Does not reflect in your life outside the lab.
Topics of research are specific peculiar issues
Of almost no importance to those who cross your way
Or share your restaurant.
Telling life a tale your work to a fresh new ear
Brightens up your spirit of young scholar
And reactivates your brain from its winter sleep.