We were the music, and no one heard it but us.

The drums were prancing in my chest, thumping in rapid fervour.
The violins carried the world on its shoulders,
The guitars brought him into the sky,
And the piano lifted me up to join him.

There was music in our hearts and music in ours bodies,
Spreading like a wave onto the shore,
His lips brushed against my skin, tasting like salt
I matched his beat with mine.

There was music in our hearts and music in our bodies,
Dancing around a hole of blue in a crisp nightingale's cry.
We sang with our crashing waves,
Yet, in the moment we embraced,

there was no music reaching our ears.

We were the music, and no one heard it but us.