I once was alone, strumming on my own.
Making music which only played to the audience of me.
My tears were my lyrics, each a falling note.
Notes that seared the page, something only I could see.
But then my ears heard a sound in the dancing dark.
Not my own sad song per se, but a splash of hope and light.
Before my heart had noticed, my fingers felt the melody.
They strummed a song of chaotic love that put the sadness to flight.
Your song pulled me out of sadness, making it known.
The notes drew me, grew in color and brought unity.
Our laughter and tears.
Our thoughts and our fears.
Our harmony of song and time stretching between years.
Each a cord between us.
By: Brianna
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