Space and time ripped,
awe inspired eyes watch on as they accept their impending doom with graceful hearts.
for a moment time stops...
those left in their last moments turn to share love in its purest form
life and death are left as constructs compared to cosmic love.

I would give up my sight,
So you could see how beautiful you are.
I would give up my hearing,
So you could hear all the nice things people say about you.
I would give up my heart,
So you could love your self.
I would give up my voice,
So you could say you love your body.
I would give up my mind,
So you could think about the good things and not the bad.
I would give up every part of me if it would help you.

Clouds at soaring heights,
If only I was as high as them.
Fluffy whiteness in heavenly blue skies,
drifting through the storms of night.
Above the horizon the wind is calm,
peace just inches from desolate space.
The sun's powerful brightness is blinding,
its sweet beams carry a gentle warmth.
How is it I can relate so much,
to this simple sky.

It plays out like a violin,
vibrations back and forth on string,
fragile and thin.
It can rattle the soul in pain,
or soothe it into gentle peace.
Love is like a violin.