A rush of C major, tumbling notes,
Within Mozart, I feel at home,
A part of something amazing;
We are trembling with boldness.
Concertos of splendour, sailing
Across our voices and
When we all fit together.
It's not noise- it's bliss.
Listening carefully to their
Breaths; they sound alive
With colours painting pictures
Yet and forever unseen,
Love overflows, a passion
A promise, knowledge that
My time is short. Soon we
Will part ways like star-crossed lovers.
And then we're falling over
Ourselves once more. Listen.
And together we play on
Entranced by our own wonder.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
