Seulument Toi

Melody

If it wasn't because of you, I won't find myself admiring music class. The hitting of your ivory and slender fingers on the piano tiles, slowly hitting each note perfectly like you're setting the pace of my heartbeat. 

The way your calloused hand tapped your favorite guitar like you're lulling it to sleep till each string vibrates producing resounding lullabies. You sing a lot. Like your life depended on it. I can feel your passion for music, your palms holding tightly to its poles like you don't wanna see it being blown by the wind. 

I see notes in your eyes, you have no idea how long I've been convincing myself to stare at it despite from the fear that I might see myself falling again, though I've never fallen out of love at it ever since cause I'm telling you, I always imagine myself doing the free fall from the sky. Down, down 'till the solid ground hurts my back.

 No worries, I'm sending you an assurance that like music, no matter how painful it is to think that ambition goes first with passion, I'll always be here for you. My note, my key, my string, my beat, my melody.