There's something so eloquent
About the first time
You hear a song
You focus
You listen
To every word
Your mind does not falter
You remain attentive
Throughout
A duration
Up to 4 minutes perhaps
240 seconds
And you remain still
Soaking in every word she sings
Every chorus
You concentrate on
You reflect on each line
Every pronunciation
Of each word
You feel her pain
You surrender to the hurt
Inside your heart
And you allow her to tend
To your wounds that
You tried to weave back
Her graceful words
Tear open your sore wound
She snips apart those perfect stitches
That took you so long to weave into your tender skin...
And you open your soul to her words
Her words embrace your heart
And you allow yourself to delve into the forgotten pain
That allows itself to reminisce
In your heart
You think of every word he uttered
Every possible thing that ever made you smile...
And then you embrace the pain...

'Now, baby, how can I forget your love?'

Every word
She enunciates
Is so profound
As she leaves
Her lyrics
Braded around your heart
Carefully sketched as part of your soul

And you remember
That first time
You allowed her
Musical breeze
To touch your wounds...

Every word.
Every musical sound.
A mantra left within.