Pain passes through each pitch in his voice.
Though the sensation of every frequency
sounds more beautiful the next.
It reminds me of the caged birds song.
A beautiful plea for help.
A fine tuned song never of complaints,
yet longing for freedom.
I know why he sings.
Living life by intervals
as if it was his very own song.
As if life was a symphony
played in a perfectly imperfect key.
Here is where the beauty of it lies.
Through the hardships
the trials,
the life lessons
the pain.
He breathes life into his symphony,
into every imperfection.
Creating a vibe that is
unapologetically him.
He is more than just a composer
or musician.
He is a producer of infectious laughter,
an artist of true passion
of true love.
The composer of my peace
of my serenity.
We connect through similar symphonies
played in different keys.
Similar songs
with beautiful pleas.
He knows why I sing.
Similar passions
with similar pain.
Though when we're together,
in that interval of time,
the pain seems to merely exist.
And though we have no name
for this particular song,
we continue to play our symphonies
in perfectly imperfect keys.
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PoetryForever and Always. This is a collection of poems for you. My everything. I'll add in as the time goes.
