Such a beautiful harmony, that art we make out of our pain and sorrow, joy and happiness.. The words we don't dare tell.. Not even to ourselves but then when we do.. it's Art. We express it through words, paintings, music.. And call it Art. For somebody else to come later and put their own touch on it and there it goes.. Art. What you have seen and heard, what you've felt, and somebody else's, mix it up and again there it goes .. Art. But it's quite a lot.. all of that. Can I use it all ? I don't think i can recall it all.. it's still on the make. How am i going to find a way in which i express all of it combined.. And yours ? Could it be through poetry ? It will be long and I'm not a reader.. who's going to read it.. Could it be through music ?
Melodies. Melodies and rhythms have such a way of expressing and I can't help but wonder, my love, how would we sound as a melody.. you said we're two different sides of the same wall.. Mine faces rainbows and sun while yours fades in darkness. honestly i still don't know what "we" you meant, but in my own narration i like to believe I'm part of it. But if so, how could it be.. How could it be that my opposite feels like home, the only home I ever seek.. And how am i to make that melody if those sides don't seem to meet
Here, yet again, words failing me just as everything else i use to express that mess.. The Art I keep failing to make.. When the words fail to be composed.. When the paper can't arrange lines into a picture I hoped it would replace a thousand words.. When the playlist was done came to its end.. That's where we meet, my love. In a way, I wish there was something that can do what poetry and painting and music can't. Something that contains us both. But haven't i gone too far already ? Even "us" fails to do so..
So honey maybe you're right, maybe we are on different sides of the same wall. My rainbows still are seen 'cause it never stopped raining. It's still raining on my side, love, and whenever I see rain I still make a wish, I wish that maybe someday, sometime, I get to be on your side of the wall, or to be able to bring you to mine even though It's not as bright as it may seem. But then, whom will it rain for ? Whose rainbows will they be ? It is where that world vanishes, the greatest work of art won't BE.
May it always rain,
May i always make that wish,
& may it never come true.
Unless a greater work of Art is made, in which You & I aren't separated by any wall.
