New kind of music

The silent melodies has stopped.
The only thing that exists now is this: a sunrise that wants nothing, hands that has stopped searching.
A melodious silence, that was the words that covered your lips before, now it’s only what happened and that can’t be forgiven.
The wake thoughts experience a change
Now it’s just you, just you, just you in the emptiness of yourself, tearing the fringe of dreams.
Notes without subsequent lines, is the only thing your body’s instrument can play and not even then, can the sound reach over the barrier.

I grasp headlong for your face, after sparkles of life and note sheets hidden in drawers.
Want to give you a new kind of music to breathe in.