papirfugl

On music

Her voice slips underneath your clothes
Glides like dulcet waves
Across your chest, a sea awoken
As they break against the shore

Tone by tone, the mellow timbre
Of her soothing voice
Seeps into the sand and wraps
Her melody around your soul

There she drowns the solitude
Amplifies the magnitude
Of your feelings, as they grow
Becoming waves on their own

And when you feel your ocean move
When you can’t deny
That because it’s just a song
It cannot make you cry

It resonates, again
In each wave through which it flows
How music is the closest thing
To touching without being close