And so, the darkness came
Scraping over each grain of sand
Chopping down each blade of grass.
And made you his own.

Once the shadows  embraced you, mind, body, and soul
You sunk into a chilly enclosure of sadness and anger
You lose hope of ever seeing the sun again

The black had a way
Of suffocating its victims
Cutting out their voice
So they couldn't cry
So they couldn't plead.

But every once in awhile
There will be fractures of light
Puncturing tiny holes within the thick veil
Small, but radiant

When you're touched by even a small ray
You are lifted higher
It may be just a little bit
But soon you'll crack your  way through the broken sky

And you'll be home

His touch like silk
His eyes as deep as oceans
Voice like a thousand breaths.
If Music was a man.

I would feel what he felt,
Feel it course through my bones
And rock my body with the symphonies.

He wouldn't have to speak, all he'd need to do was let out melodies
and I could tell what he felt.
What he cried about.
What he held close.

If music was man, the way we would love,
well, people would talk about it for centuries.
My body would breathe with the notes.
Soak in the sound of his rough violin chords.

If Music was a Man