His music was my undoing.
Engraved in both heart and head,
It was a cry; 'Wait for me',
A promise not yet spoken,
A promise I thought was to me

So I waited for him,
Whom I had loved above all else.
Maybe it was because
That’s where he believed himself to be;
Above all else.

I waited, as his song asked,
Until my bed was cold,
Reminding me of the hole he left,
And the silence previously filled with his words,
Smooth as honey, and just as sweet

As I waited, I was reminded
Of the way he moved his hands,
Of the way he spoke his words,
Of the way he parted his lips.
Singing a silent lullaby only I could hear

No one could replace him,
For the hurricane in his eyes,
The storm of greys and blues,
Had ripped my resolve to shreds.
But I knew that the storm was for me,

Solace eluded me, unable to be found
In neither myself nor another.
When it wasn't his touch, soft like petals
Petals that withered in his absence,
Ready to bloom again at his return

My entire world faded to grey,
His words no longer bringing it color,
Because I couldn't fathom,
Any other way to hear about those colors,
Than from the songs that left his mouth.

In the end I thought I would be fine,
Living in a world without him,
Standing on my own two feet
But I have lost my balance and fallen
His music no longer there to catch me