muted beauty
ballad beyond words singing to my being
cymbals lysing our walls symbolizing our applause
as we
share this moment
transcending time and space
drifting through fingers floating with uniformity
vindicated victim to its
vibrato
treble troubles beneath our feet
inferior to this peace paced
perfectly
penetrating our internal rhythms with a
binary beat of connotation cleffing the tempo
harmonizingly moving us both
each time’s signature signifying progression
turn
the
page
here lies the bridge
orchestrating a conduit of correlation
where we travel through a crescendo of common measure
making time more translucent
so i now see the
angels harping around your heart
fluttering their wings to strum the pulse of your breath
and you
now see the bars protecting mine
pitched in falsetto
are actually delicate lines of music composed to serenade its brokenness
and these revelations
are amplified through the acoustics of this theater
echoing epiphany’s symphony
and metaphysically skyrocketing us to a cosmic interrelation
without us ever leaving our seats
finalmente.
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