I wonder if you would make a song about how you feel when you're with me. Not a song. A piece of music. On piano, maybe. I wonder if, at some future point, within our soon-to-be new home and time, you would just start playing what came out of your fingers inspired by the idea of us, being firmly joined at last.
This is my dream. A dream of togetherness and closeness. I wonder if I would need to ask you to play your feelings for me, or if it would just start from your own hearty need. I think about that future time in which we become us again. So near, so perfect.
I am yours now. I wish nothing but to sing along with songs of so many intensities, so many hues and trends. I am your song already. I feel nothing but the harmonies that our living waves create around us, and expel into infinity. I crave nothing but the melodies through which our paths go by. The music of our hearts playing for the enjoyment of the universe.