Circassian no shapes only numbers

Elegance
It feels like
Everything just falls into place
The way your body moves
It makes me wonder
Where is the connection
It feels like imperfection
Somehow I find the scale
Always tipping on a single side
Compliments
To your creator
You speak in tongues to me
You tell me of a sequence
To a song you wrote
In ones and zeros
And when I see you there
Always seem to blossom in my head