I love his laugh, it's like crashing symbols.
His heartbeat is the rhythmic tapping of the drum.
The wise words he speaks are the lyrics to my favorite song
and I never want to stop listening.
I love how his eyes can read your soul like a treble clef
His hands are strong enough to feel the music in the air
The way he gives me goosebumps when he hits the chorus is mesmerizing.

As my tears are brought down
Like rain in a thunderstorm,
My hands grab my head
Because the thunder is too loud.
The lightning shakes my entire body,
And my soil is no match for what lies ahead.

When will my sun come out?
Will it snow before it's warm?
I can't even feel what season I'm in
Because I am far from lost.
The wind is blowing my dismal thoughts
Around like they are nothing.