your music
i love and hate how
your music seeps into
tunnels of my mind
and down into caves
of chest and lungs,
resonating
my heart and strumming
my rib cage bones
until even my blood
is pumping a song.
is music beautiful
or do you make it so
by singing the tune?
i cannot split the two
anymore.
your voice
and the notes
are all the same
to me.
then
i hear songs,
i hear you.
and every word
i hum has hidden
canons because music
is your province and i
simply follow in pursuit
of a land not
my own.