Your words collide with me
and I am shifted,
I am shifted,
softly changed.
They make me better,
a little less me.
Like tinkling keys,
falling down the gilded edge
of a baby grand,
your words lumber,
lilt inside of me.
Aural, the journey,
synapses intertwined
by the touch of sound,
and it is only you,
only you in me.
and I am shifted,
I am shifted,
softly changed.
They make me better,
a little less me.
Like tinkling keys,
falling down the gilded edge
of a baby grand,
your words lumber,
lilt inside of me.
Aural, the journey,
synapses intertwined
by the touch of sound,
and it is only you,
only you in me.
