You listen to me speak
as if my words are a melody--
And in your head
you are composing
an intricate harmony.
You help me to see
my restlessness nature
as a reason
to pick up the tempo
you think I deserve to feel
just how far I’m getting.
When I’m sad
you encourage me to
listen to pieces in minor keys,
to feel all my emotions-
So I can appreciate how
melancholic moments
still encompass beauty.
The way you look at me
is akin to the way
you look while playing music.