Wednesday 28 November 2012

the coloured sound of music.

[a solitairy, lonely girl
found the one who made her see
she's not lonely anymore,
and gave her a soltaire to make her see
she's his girl… and will be his –

[I love your ways.
Your way of talking, walking,
singing with your hands, which fly over the piano
as crinkly waves on the sea,
or a seagull,
letting itself be worn on winds above the ocean.]

[You alone color my life with music
And I’m speechless of the sounds
you make me dare to hear
My melodies are only composed
for being heard by you 
because I love you.]

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