he makes music
beautiful notes fall
from his lips
melody to an unknown love story
my heart fills all the way up,
to the brim. so consumed
in his art, the swaying song
eyes closed, gorgeous attempt at perfection.
me, i'm taken with him, and
i can't take it anymore,
being without.
rhythms, move me in time
sweep me up.
keep singing my dear,
i will forever be listening
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