Fall air stings my lungs as I stride down the sidewalk.
The only thing I think of,
Is you.
Black and white,
A soft melody.
You sing to me,
Without a word.
You open your heart to me,
Without a glance.
Black and white,
Dancing, playing,
Running.
I sit at the dusty wood and
Carefully wipe away the pain...
Lifting the case,
As I lift my hand.
Our melodic peace
Keeps me here.
I listen as your soft fingers shadow through the crowded minds,
Capturing the creativity of the dancing stars.
You colored the sky with your hands.
Painted a thousand lights
And you created a masterpiece.
With the same hands,
You play the music,
That still echoes
through the empty fall air.
The music,
Hear it whip through the distance,
Through our lungs,
Hear it break us...
then build us again.
