yearn and learn (poems)

rhymtic.

A chord begins, a soft caress,
A whisper in the dark, no less.
It trembles through the quiet air,
A longing breath, a sweet despair.

Each note, a thread which tugs at my soul,
A distant echo makes me whole.
A melody I could never define,
But still, in its pulse, my heart aligns

The strings which weep and call,
Creates a rhythm that can never stall.
It dances through my every vein,
A ghostly touch, a whispered name.

I yearn for what I cannot see,
For your voice sets me free.
Even words which remain unspoken,
Silenced by longing glances, unbroken.

In every bar, in every line,
I search for you, every time.
For music speaks what words can not say,
It carries me, yet drifts away.