he talks in songs.
the music says the words he can't put together.
he sends them to her,
hoping she'll understand.

he breathes in notes.
each breath being longer than the last.
holding out the note of song
until eventually it becomes the next.

he loves in waves.
the love he shows is deeper than the seven seas.
his love is stronger than any other
unable to be counted by the grains of sand.

he protects through walls.
builds the walls higher and higher
with each passing person.
protecting not only himself but those he loves.

he hurts in lines.
the lines of his poems holding more hurt
than that of the lines on my skin.
he hurts himself by pushing others away.

he cares more than books.
the words of all the books ever written,
still not enough to express how much he cares.
only filling a quarter of his kindness.

no one can compare to him.