Music changes the way I hear you.
Your voice is a minor scale.
The accidentals are like the different connotations to your words.
Your laugh chimes in my ears in C#.
Your sigh is a subtle whole rest,
the silence swelling into three measures.
Your whisper reminds me of the flutes
in the mid-section of the orchestra.
Your heart beat is the timpani,
beating endlessly.
Your murmurs are the grace notes
right before the melody.
Every sound you make
is like music to me.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Music changes the way I hear you.
Your voice is a minor scale.
The accidentals are like the different connotations to your words.
Your laugh chimes in my ears in C#.
Your sigh is a subtle whole rest,
the silence swelling into three measures.
Your whisper reminds me of the flutes
in the mid-section of the orchestra.
Your heart beat is the timpani,
beating endlessly.
Your murmurs are the grace notes
right before the melody.
Every sound you make
is like music to me.
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