Collision
Within this moment,
I fall in love with his hands like never before.
The way the keys indent against each finger,
And the way the beginning harmonies begin to melt away at my internal fog.
As each fingerprint dances across the lake of notes, kissing them hello then good bye,
his innocent aurora transcends; captivating my intimate warmth, torching my chest alive.
Like a billet-doux being sent in the mail but only it has arrived at the doorstep of every single cell that lives inside my anatomy.
Within grace, I can grasp what it'd be like to be his muse, how each note is tuned purely for you.
With each synced breath, I can feel his muse; feel her dance within my soul, swimming around the person I should be.
I can hear the way she makes his heart stop beating and
feel how deep his bones splinter each second she is fluttered away.
His mind escapes into a vas place of emptiness but the keys scream every emotion in space- seeping out like smell of summer in the rain.
In the reflection of the shine pressed lacquer, notes outline his person, and for the first time in two years- I see him.
In those seconds, I am the song, the melody. In those keys, he is creating me, piecing together every molecule of my essence.
I fall in love with his hands like never before.
The way the keys indent against each finger,
And the way the beginning harmonies begin to melt away at my internal fog.
As each fingerprint dances across the lake of notes, kissing them hello then good bye,
his innocent aurora transcends; captivating my intimate warmth, torching my chest alive.
Like a billet-doux being sent in the mail but only it has arrived at the doorstep of every single cell that lives inside my anatomy.
Within grace, I can grasp what it'd be like to be his muse, how each note is tuned purely for you.
With each synced breath, I can feel his muse; feel her dance within my soul, swimming around the person I should be.
I can hear the way she makes his heart stop beating and
feel how deep his bones splinter each second she is fluttered away.
His mind escapes into a vas place of emptiness but the keys scream every emotion in space- seeping out like smell of summer in the rain.
In the reflection of the shine pressed lacquer, notes outline his person, and for the first time in two years- I see him.
In those seconds, I am the song, the melody. In those keys, he is creating me, piecing together every molecule of my essence.
♠ ♠ ♠
There is a time that when music is physically played before you, it changes you in little ways. The light that you thought was dim, is actually a fiery metallic rod swooning the way through your hand, hot and ready to strike.This is my first take on something other than love in its rawest form.
This is to you, my dear friend, who has inspired me to start writing again. As a writer and musician yourself, you influence and encourage me in so many ways to which I can ever dream of. Thank you for helping me along this path of confusion.