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.

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