The Simplest Symphony
The crescendo of breath when the warmth touches us,
and the the grasping when it fades-
The elegance revealing itself in each cosmic swell,
and the coveting for release when the breakdown raises the bounds of hope-
The universe expands to the droning of eternal equanimity,
balancing and completely chaotic all at once-
The further you travel inwards, the more you will find,
everything infinite, everything connected-
The lines in our hands, collectively harmonias,
until everything that ever was is splintered, and our grasp falls away-
As you are a part of it, and it is a part of you, you are able to serenade each other
This life and you a boundless love story,
The intangible seeping through anything that strikes a chord,
Raven ink communicating somehow on textured page,
The infinity somehow tangible when standing on a peak, the eternal ocean of rolling hills and canyons
The spoken word, capturing connection with a solid gaze, conversation of the eyes
The constant reminders of the existence of mortality
Anything that sings the feeling of forever,
Anything that twists the soul strings just right, radiating resonance
Anything that triggers memory, beyond this life as it seems
Remembering is climbing the staccato understandings of everyone and everything-
Forgetting is the last drop of whiskey, the cold screen, the glazed stare-
The monotonous waking.
Forgetting is the existential graspings, the standing alone in the center of a crowd
The stiff cotton sheets closing in, suffocating the orchestra of light
But always falling short, because we are the lighted homes we build
And within we dwell
We are the warriors of sound
So be still in the chaos
There is no pressure in this reality.
The symphony will go on.