The other day I was asked what my favourite genre of music is.
I thought about it deeply,
I could of told her it was alternative,
But decided against it.
Instead, I said,
"I like a little bit of everything."

She raised her eyebrows in a confused manner,
Scrunching her forehead like she didn't understand.
Finally, she responded with
"Well... what's your favourite song? Your favourite band?"

This caused me to smile to myself.
Because my favourite genre is you.
My favourite band is you.
My favourite album is your voice when you tell a story.
And my favourite song is your laugh.
Or maybe it's the way you say hello when you answer the phone when I call.
My favourite cover is when you quietly hum to whatever is on the radio when you're driving.
And the album art is stunning photograph of your grin; no filters or photoshop needed.

I realized I had gotten lost in my thoughts of you,(again)
She seemed to be getting kind of impatient.
I said, "Doesn't matter anyway. You wouldn't know my favourite band."
She replied, "No, I listen to a lot of music. I promise you I've probably heard of them."

I could of told her it was The Fray.
But that wouldn't be entirely true, would it?
She insisted I tell her.
She even took a few guesses.
Of course they were all wrong.
When she claimed, "I give up."
I said,
"You're probably better off. You wouldn't understand these lyrics. You could never hear them the way that I do."