You moved softly, like end of summer leaves falling into autumn, turning the pages of the air with your fingers, as a silent maestro begging the orchestra to play. I never met so many instruments willing, waiting, dying to be resonant.
Stepping into the street, watching you, sounds lose meaning they dont disappear but they elongate into the stretching moment and Figaro in and out of my ears as a rushing hissing straining noise. Like whistling kettles I havent heard, in real-time, for years.
Silk rippling slowly through the air from you; your arms are fluid and wistful. You seem so sad as you run your fingerprints across your skull, parting the trees of your scalp and shaking your hair forest into earthquakes as you landslide your eyebrows into an upheaval of tectonic plates.
I never knew a frown could be so beautiful. And I never knew that painted pain could swallow my breath like lights blinking out in the night.
I lie, I have always known, but you bring out an intensity that diminishes everything. What has once been and gone loses sense and this is comparable to nothing. Immutable in forgotten. And new paradigms are sewn into my need for you to smile.
It started softy, and you learn not to question the instinct for things that seem to only be want. You learn to say goodbye to the rhythms of the day. You learn to forget the way you were taught to breathe.
Your thoughts entered me like a rush and I couldnt stop myself from breaking apart and falling into you as a bird burning bright through your ashes. But aligning myself to your question I knew that time was only a means to station yourself upright before you have to let go. So endings can be more dramatic when you fall, as from the start. Repeat.
Pizzicato my heart strings, and place them above my head; we move, as one, unison, anticipating syncopation, learning to count in, count down, dappling my feet along the stave lines, getting tangled in the tre(m)ble clef.
In synchronisation; your/my breath beats and my/your heart hums, lost in the cacophony of morning, and warm toes, I could sing.