Silence that covered her was grave
her words were never understood,
there was no guarantee for her silence.
It was just another rainy season
with disorganized chords playing in her head
the tears run down her face like running erosion
Rage filled her eyes like a fire.
rhythmically her heart beat
like drums from the Far East
the sweet melodies she wince heard return to her head.
the strums of the guitar,
the whispers of the flute,
the smoothness of his voice,
the smoothness of his fingers against the guitar
nothing ever felt as sweet as him laying besides her,
being the love of her life, nothing ever made better sense.