Oh my love, let me sing a song for you. I will put letters and words together in new and improved ways, will combine notes to make you swoon with love and lust. Then you can hum, sing, purr the music back to me in a rhythmic melodic stream. Waves of sound tickling the eardrums, rippling across airwaves, space, time, parallel universes.
Somewhere in there is the story I want to tell you. The plot drops word by word onto the page, thrilling me with the creation, searing me with blue reminders of what life isn’t – what only exists at the end of a pen or paintbrush.
Every song I’ve ever heard plus those that I haven’t