I am listening to classic rock
thinking of you with every drum beat,
every strum of the guitar,
every note played on the piano.

You are somewhere far away,
probably busy doing something you love,
because that is how you are,
you don't waste your time doing silly things
that aren't important to you.
You take every moment and make it
into a precious memory. You love life
fully and completely. You see the beauty
in the world around you without hesitation.

Your heart is the drum beat.
Your hair, the guitar strings.
Your spine, the piano keys.

*And I want to play them all.
Let me learn your music.
Let me be the maestro.
Let me hear the melodies of your soul.