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under the same moon

we hum our tunes

into the dark --



tiny vibe

rings across

the silk of night.

rippling the fabric

for miles --

waves inch towards you

as each succesive hymn

pushes them

across a million grounds

and up your wall

to your window...



I still sing

those wordless wonders

you've instilled.

and underneath

the birdless sky

I shed a wicked cry.

yet I can hear

wings flapping --

reverberating thumps

of caressed air

in the distance,

beating

with my heart

and bleeding out

the rhythm

that pushes me

towards you...

undressing our thoughts.

robes of scales

unfurl unto the ground.



as we continue

to extract symphonies

from dying melodies --

audiences

held captive

to rolling timpanis,

ice cellos,

and heated brass -

tuba blasts

that shatter clouds

while I sing

out loud..



and they won't doubt me

when I say

we rain crescendo storms

of purest notes

even when

we quiet down our moans

and all the winds subside.

because

there's harmony left

in our silence.