The drumming of our hearts reverberated through the air,
Filling me up; forcing the laughter out of me,
faster and faster--
louder.
Your fist slammed and slapped down on the table,
tears sprinted from your eyes
but that over powering, illuminating smile never left your face.
That music kept pouring from your lips,
splashing over the floor, flooding the house--perhaps the block.
Our laughing didn’t die, not for a very long, wonderful while.
I was drowning in your chords and notes that make up that beautiful howling.
I was drowning and I was happy and I was laughing and I was crying.
The feeling of being so happy you just want to cry can persuade anyone to fall in love.
You kept punching the table, adding to the harmony of our mutual happiness.
Your smile.
Your laugh.
It’s all music; all a concert
I’m just glad you let me be your audience.
Thank you.