To the music you play,
The words you sing,
The sound your feet makes
When it hits the surface,
Whether you float like fine feathers
Caught in a summer breeze,
Or if the ground cracks and quakes
Beneath you from the boulder-like weight
Pushing you down.
Gravity is not working against you.
To the silence that resonates around you,
Shiver as the vibrations touch my skin,
There are too many sounds that fill this world;
Your silence is by far my favourite.
Sometimes I catch the mellow note of your thoughts,
See them shape your features,
Hear the low percussions
That forms the crescent moon on your lips.
Your mind is an orchestra,
And symphonies flow in your voice.
It flows, and flows and kisses my skin,
Till I am no longer solid,
Just the sweetest honey gliding down your fingertips.
I listen and listen
To the shout that never seems to make its way to your lips,
A sound buried within,
Caught between the churning of your stomach,
And your thundering heartbeat.
Only there are days when its echo seeps
Through your pores and makes it to my ears.
Darling I listen,
You should know that I listen.