I heard the music
shutting my eyes the sound went through my head,
through my mind.

Bellowing in one ear like a rolling bass,
while tweeting in the other like the soft strings
if a violin or ukulele,
playing softly on a full moon
to cheer up your mood.

I heard the music
loud
like headphones surrounding my ears
with the volume turned up.

I feared I would lose my ability to hear,
to listen to sounds of mother earth.
My loss of sound would be
my greatest tragedy of all.

I heard the music
as you lay in your bed,
sleeping,
with your hands covering your face

Your silken ginger hair falling
messily around your face.
I wish I could walk to you,
and brush your hair from your beautiful,
light colored eyes.

I heard the music
before.
I tried to ignore it,
writing poetry to hide it

I still battle whether I should tell you,
or not,
because our friendship, I treasure most.

I heard the music
when you told me your deepest secret
how boys fall in love with you.

Now I think I have fallen,
just as you said,
but I don't want to lose my friend.
Will I?
Will I lose my only friend?

I heard the music,
the music of love.