Music In This Life Poem by fabian montes

After waiting, Searching for that special feeling, for inspiration to arrive. (and this is what she told me to write) .

As I listen to my heart thinking intuitively, as the lyrics of love that live in me flows, the music flows in the air into the lungs of my spirit, in remembering her love for me and my love for her. As stupid as it might sound and makes no sense to love; that someone who has lost hope to love, who has forgotten me, Yet I still can write of the music, the beautiful sounds we made together, the deep years of verse making in our bed because of passion, in the living room of arguments and in the hospital bed of birthing, with the contractions of life of pain of childhood. as our own reflection of love is ready to burst out and cry and live, resonating something beautiful yet painful from within our own lives, with every loud cry, erupting out, sounding like a loud bass coming from the depthness of our own childhood issues. Yet the music whatever way it came out, it was beautiful even if it was or is full of pain, sorrow and the best with tears of brokenness that in the middle of it all something in that tearful symphony of agony was born. We live, we learn, we became grand composers of our own song. Owning our unique sound that is pure Music as we live, as we sing, as we learn to love once again.
The music of life lives inside,
lives inside of us.