music
I post my feelings
like the verses of a song.
You are the music.
That’s right.
But, without you, without the spark of our Love, they are just empty words on a page.
But with you, my heart crescendos to new highs, and my words become red-hot coals.
I hear our soundtrack begin as soon as I see your outline approaching me from the distance.
That’s when I knew what was happening.
When the regular sounds of night become rhythms, or late-night thunder becomes
the chorus of our passion, it is you.
When those pre-dawn (good)morning bird songs are sweet wake up sounds, and make me laugh,
then I know they are about you.
That’s when life is music, and my stride is easy and long, as I walk on my way.
I hear our songs and I don’t even need headphones to sing along karaoke style.
[Remember to look both ways before crossing]
Love of my life!