Soundtrack

You manage to sneak your way into every line of every song, every rise and fall of the volume, every repetition of a phrase, and once you’re there, I play your face along with the arpeggios. Your smile becomes a musical phrase, your laugh becomes a giggle of drums, your scent the smooth, seamless transition between tracks. And when the album ends, leaving me in silence, in lonely darkness, I feel you in the bed next to me, whispering my name.