I find light in the way you hum a melody and look to me for the words.
My heart is brimming and overflows more often than my eyes these days.
I never thought I would see this day,
when the world seems to be a collage of happenings
colliding and jumbling around in a beautifully messy allegro.
I find happiness in the music you make by simply living –
the noise of your sock feet slipping along wooden floor boards,
or the tapping of your fingers on the table as your hand searches for a tune and coffee burns your tongue.
I can see your subconscious mind in all its glory,
a chasm of color that crunches and curls and cartwheels,
and my admiration spills over.
I find inspiration in you,
and I tap a few bars down your arms.
I have never felt so light,
as if I am the violin in the spring concerto.
The music in your very being has taken me over,
and I am flying.
