music

the rim of his soul was toppling over with musical notes;
we loved to listen to it together and sing along.
it was the kind that sounded like its writer had taken their bleeding arm,
let the thick liquid drip onto a sheet of music,
and played the still-damp notes on their heartstrings;
the lyrics were the words you say when you've got nothing to lose,
when it's all you can do to take your soul and pour it out onto a canvas.
their sweet melodies seemed to travel from your eardrums to your ventricles,
soothing every cell on the way.