Falling slowly apart so you wouldn’t notice. Then all at once, like a tsunami, it rolled over me. The cracks in my foundation grew. I fell apart at the seams.
Silly that, isn’t it? How can a person fall apart at the seams? What sews them together to begin with? Is it love? Their history? Their dreams? Their regrets?
Maybe it’s everything rolled into one brilliant, blinding universe inside someone. So that when I was done falling apart, when my foundation cracked and the tsunami rolled over me.
I fractured at the seams of whatever had deigned to hold me together this long. Rising up from my feet, rolling under my skin, until the moon, stars and black holes of my universe burst through.
Settling on my skin like dust. That I slowly inhale as I pull the seams of myself back together each time. Now it twinkles on my skin, this fine shimmer against the darkness. The cracks filled with molten lava.
Silly that, isn’t it? To think of a person as if they had a universe inside of them? One made up of love, history, dreams and regrets. That spills over every time they come apart at the seams. Spilling onto each those around them. Tying us all together, piece by piece.
Their voice dances down my spine,
A soft whisper that draws me in closer with each crushed velvet word.
It brings a smile to my lips and soothes the ragged edges after a days jagged cuts.
Draws a sigh of longing from my soul and wraps me in a sweet embrace.
It’s edges curl around my mind, creating a need for more…a never ending stream of sound that invades my body, mind, and soul.
It makes me sit and stare, the sounds of others muffled in comparison.
It’s a sound I’ll never tire of. One I’d rather hear a hundred times over a million others.
Each time I do, I find another reason to love it’s speaker and the way their voice traces patterns on my heart.
I love words like air.
I love music like the need to breathe.
Words can express so much and music makes you feel it.
There aren’t enough words to express how I love you and there aren’t enough melodies in the world to make you understand the depth of it.
Even if it were to end the song would continue playing somewhere in some corner of me. It would find its way.
And the words and songs I’d hear from others would be of no use. I’d only remember the way your voice was a melody that filled my soul and made the words pour from my heart.
That is how it is now. You could be beside me and my body would still hum with a silent melody, the words to it flowing across my mind.
Words of love and happiness. At times sadness and despair but the melody remains unchanged. Untarnished by time or events that take place.
Inside my soul is a song that plays its never ending melody created just for you. It fills me up until there is no end or beginning. Only the melody that is you.