Timeless harmony

Cause when I’m with him, I’m surrounded by symphonies. When he talks to me, I’m just hearing melodies. And every time his sitting next to me is a sweet violin in my ear. Time starts to run faster, as if he wanted me to let go. I know time is just jealous of me winning the race. I have known people who creates symphony, people who makes music an endless harmony. But since I know him I’ve never need any other sound than his laughter echoing in my mind.

A careless symphony every time he whispers in my ear. A perfect violin talking to me. The drums when he laughs, a trumpet when he cries and a piano when he’s singing. Without any hurry. I just see jealousy in time’s sight because he know he can’t end my constant thoughts, the times I can see his smile in my dreams or the times I play that track in my mind. I know time just wants me to let go but he know I won’t. Because I don’t need any other sound than his voice echoing in my mind. Nor the piano, nor the drums, nor the sweetest guitar on Earth. There’s not an instrument which compares.

All the orchestra playing in his gaze.

Creating  a perfect, maybe careless, timeless harmony.

 

Symphony