If only I could capture the
sound of mellifluous music
in words, because I am still in
love with you and it seems I have
already consumed and exhaus-
ted all of the words in the world.
I need music. I require lil-
ting melodies to explain to
you all that I cannot say or
write—flat notes, sharp notes, strung toge-
ther like words of prose; lulling, en-
rapturing and beguiling the
senses into harmonious
contentment.