I’ve turned you into music.
Plug in,
Press play,
And there you are.
In every syncopated beat,
hurting,
breathing,
a curt longing for
the same being.
In every melody,
weaving in and out of lyrics,
like sheet music I can never read off paper
but can always hear
off your lips.
In every line
you fill the quiet in me.
Just
don’t stop talking and
I won’t ever stop
singing.
Perhaps I have written you
into all my music.
Perhaps you have written me
into something I can never bear to leave.