I start with my left hand.
On the one finger.
On the fourth D going up.
I create the rhythm.
Humming long with it
, the same tone,
boring but safe.
Where I am comfortable.
Where I think I am happy.

Then my right hand starts.
Higher.
On the fourth D going down
. Almost the same rhythm as the left,
but so much more.
It changed.
The keys changed and the tone changed
. Majestically and brave and forever changing in excitement.
Out my comfort zone,
but craving to be by its side.

The left follows along with the right,
two different sounds. One bringing the other life,
giving it melody.

That's what you are to me.
My melody.

like a poem
that needs no melodies
or accompanying beats
but is best,simplest

like a poem
that’s succinct, small
encompassing little,yet,
leaving thoughts,abysmal

like a poem
that lingers long
till each word of it
pours out completely

You,
like a poem.

"Shh," she hushes me.

I watch her close her mouth, then her eyes. But her very soul, she exposed to everyone, to me, in the auditorium. The music begins, and I literally see the intro of the song sink into her skin. I notice her shiver; not that i didn't want to put my arm around her to warm her up because it wasn't the temperature of the room. It was the music. She was feeling it. She is it. Her breathing to the piano's notes, her heart beat rhythmic to the dancing fingers on the keys: I can see it all. Her shoulders rising and falling--

"Oh," she softly speaks, pulling me out of my melodic reverie. "Did i just-- A tear, how silly of me to cry."

But before she could wipe her cheek, I took her hand in mine and kissed the tear away. She had this confused look, but it soon melted as I neared her.

She was not only music, she was a symphony. And every fiber of me was in tune with her, and there wasn't anything else in the room which I payed attention to.

In a world full of noise, you're the melody.

Like a song within my soul,
The view just gets really old.
And though sometimes I'll never truly see,
What happens next to me.
The walls sometimes close in,
And with the song I play again.
With every line the feelings hurt,
There's not a moment sometimes I feel like I've lost my worth.
So play sweet melody,
Bring back those gone memories.
I don't care in which way they return,
It's my heart that yearns.
And I try, oh yes I try,
But it keeps coming back.
Yes it keeps coming back,
No longer are the days simple without keeping track.
So play on old soul melody,
Let every harmony and pitch rise.
Flowing indiscriminately,
My eyes and ears will keep aim on the rise.
For me here and now,
There are no goodbyes.

This song I know
This song of old
It plucks at the cords of my memories
Such sweet sad melodies
Through my mind it dances and strums
To these tunes I always succumb
With a melancholy sway
I relive my yesterday
When the sun still had some rays
When I could still see the way
The moment sweeps over me
With every note of that melody
Way to quickly it's gone
With the last beat of the song
Sadly back to my reality
In all of it's depravity