An ode to these notes

They are your words, they are your notes. Through time they have become a little mine. You toiled over the rhymes, you laboured with the harmonies. Your beading forehead saw the fruits of your amazing labour, at times late at night, at times early in the morning. The ones that burnt you made it to immortality, the days that would try to knock you down got inscribed in marble, plastic and ash. Your sweet heart proudly hanging by a thread, your fingers clutching the strings, getting ready to capture the melody.  

And then I imagine. Imagine a day when the notes take over. Those that you have created and carefully orchestrated in an orderly fashion for high to follow low, low to lift the high, will obediently stand frozen in time for eternity. Mighty muscles how they give way to frail beats that resonate hidden drums, resonate the silk veil of the soul. That is what your notes do, they move the unmovable, shake the one cast in concrete, they sooth the troublesome hearts. They sooth your troublesome soul. 

Now they heal me. Now they upset me. Now they send a silent tear down my cheek. These notes of yours have become my lovers past and present. They have become my sons and daughters, my future and the dark days of my painful past. You hurt, I hurt with you. You rumble with inexplicable anger and I stand guard on the sidelines. Your voice chokes, I pull you out with a tender applause. Your hands grip the moment, wrestling it to the ground, lifting it high like a balloon, on this pedestal is where you create and where I am drenched in your outpour of magical, mesmerising notes of genius.

 

Your notes change my life, touch so many. Through your notes, parts of yourself so willingly shared, I come to understand the pinnacles of my invisible empire. I am kept at bay a little longer, I am kept burning in the fire for a while longer. It is your notes that make me better, your notes that conjure the dormant to rise to life. This vessel, the only one I know, I will keep chained to you, for as long as your notes arrive in a timely manner, I can allow my words to set sail without much fear of them hurting or being hurt. Your notes need not take shelter, my words cannot reach their amazing heights. These notes that have once saved you, will I am sure proceed to in time save me. Here is how your music saved me. Here is how you saved me.