Searching for music in a mate and finding the melody inside ourselves. |
In search of the music There was a space between us where the music once lived. I even tried to listen for it, in the silence between your words, the cadence of your footsteps, the pause before your sigh. Just beyond the anticipation of your measured chord, I heard the merest hum of a deep and mournful song. But I was too busy searching for a lighter note to match the staccato rhythm of my tapping feet in constant motion, a metronome on caffeine. But as we've grown together, a funny thing has happened. Your quiet and steady beat has trained my ears to really listen, not just hear, the subtle tones, and my voice has learned it can sing its own melody. SWPoet Original version In search of the music I went in search of the music. I looked inside of you but had to strain to hear, past your tiredness and cynicism. That was when I heard the merest hum of a deep and mournful song. But as we’ve grown together, a funny thing has happened. Your quiet and steady base has trained my ears to hear music with a softer beat, and my voice has learned it can sing it’s own melody. SWPoet |