The bulb of a music note dips into my neck to stifle my breath, my heart, my noise
I ****** to a rock song, and tremble in the profound desires of an artist
I don’t know the name of
We keep tempo and revel in songs that amplify the connection between you and I
A vital pleasure; The way you need music is the way I need you

Flashes of past nights when this method of release heightened my grief show me a
beige carpet floor beside a blue-green Walmart bed set
Satisfying sobs thrummed in tune to death wishes and I can’t quite tell if my present
tears represent some revival of that with you
I used to hide between lyrics and click song after song to feel something similar to the graveness in your eyes when I suppress ******* ringing in high key

Proof you dedicate this playlist to me.

I see sound waves disappear into the ceiling with my eyes rolling shut
My soul is almost mourning, until a confessional guitar saturates me once again
A tear might slip as I arch my back to the bridge
But your thoughtfully selected art carries me through to
a blankness very different from the past

Now I’m raw, encircled by warm, oak tones and the Winter breeze that draws me
close to you
Gratitude vibrates outward and I am breathing in the melody of pheromones
You skip songs and whisper about the pulse of Third Eye Blind; I know that
The way you need music is the way I need you