You play the sunlight like a soft instrument.
I play guitar but I can never strum it to the same melody you produce from the sunlight
,bending it around your body to orchestrate a symphony
I can see this soundscape – I can hear it with my mind
When you smile, I’m sure that this is how forever sounds
even with a cloudy sky and rain trickling down
You manage to piece the torrents together into a timeless ballad.
Its like a billion collaborating light filaments all sparking off into an echo
I’m trying to find a shadow to hide behind…
Too afraid to understand the lyrics of your glow
You see, I’m a walking whisper
Im not for the casual listener
My sounds are awkward next to yours
And I have trouble walking through open doors
Im a prose of walking disjointed words formed into nonsensical lyrics
sung in a cappella from a falsetto voice
Constantly played in the note of D
When you opened your mouth to speak, its like you added vocals to your instrumental
then I introduced you to my shaky time signatures
‘and listened to your footsteps as you plodded off in an even cadence.
I wanted to talk like the silence was some how a burden…
like I had the words sitting in me so long that they were gathering dust like old antique furniture.
I wanted to say, I dont think any one can play the suns radiance like you do,
like you were crafting music from it, playing a rendition of the sunshine even beneath a
cloud veiled sky
simply – which is to say that I think you’re beautiful and I owe you that.