your breath is a piano,
your breath is a piano, its keys rhythmically pound against my neck.
and your heart, your rising pulses,
and your heart, your rising pulses, it sounds almost like street drummers.
and your eyes,
and your eyes, oh, your eyes!
the sound of a teaspoon
the sound of a teaspoon stirring a warm cup of coffee,
the sound of waves
the sound of waves crashing on hard rocks,
the sound of silence,
the sound of silence, filled with butterflies and anxiety.
to my ears
to my ears you're music