The moment the girl listens to such music
Half a million hearts on the otherside of the universe
Explodes. Into tiny fragments swept away with the wind.
The music gives her such power and control
Making her buzz and glow more vividly than before.
If she wanted, she could hold the whole world ransom in her grasp
For she hears the music differently. Not like how anyone else could ever hear it.
The beats and melody runs through her veins
Enhancing her features and feat of strength.
With the music, she is the strongest in the universe, surpassing Gods and Monsters.
But without it, the girl is nothing
But a mere fragment of stardust.
No control or power, no words.
Without music, the world lives to see another day and all she can do is stare into the distance and wonder: "Why do I exist?:

I’m burning as I’m freezing.
My whole split.
Healing as I’m burning fierce.
Drowning as I’m being baptized
I’ll fly off into the known
Even as I become mired in the unfamiliar.
But may the Gods help you withstand my wrath.

Kiss the back of my hand again, darling
Then leave it untouched until I miss your lips enough to make my heart ache a bit
That won't take long, I swear it won't
Your hands tousle my hair, un-tousling a day so tousled
I think you're a panacea

The eyes that bore a hole through mine onto the wall behind
Are the eyes that halt my breathing
The same pair that inspires my lungs to inspire
I shall look at them until this flesh expires
I've found my panacea

You move like the gods enraged by uttered blasphemies
You move with gentleness of the warm early morning light kissing my eyelids
You move so you could take the air I'm supposed to breathe
You move so I could take it back from your heavy exhales
I've never been so sure
You are the panacea

you spite the gods
because who else would dare do such a thing.

you spite the gods
because nothing makes you feel more alive
then to imagine what their ire feels off.

the gods are ruthless, the gods are merciless
and one day they will light this world on fire
just to see how long it dares burn for.

he can feel it echo through his veins,
tragedy was written in his fathers blood.
(and his fathers blood before him.)

he can feel it break his lungs apart
sometimes love can not hold things together.
(sometimes love is not enough.)

he can feel it tremor sadness too his hands
sometimes lovers can only be that.
(not made for time, not made for love.)