Surrounded by music and muses
It’s like I’m hearing for the first time
Seeing through my own eyes
Flipping past pages visible in the soft light
That pours from the small table at my bedside
Your song caught me when I wasn’t thinking
Maybe that’s why I noticed the melody
But now that you have stopped singing
I can listen to the voices of the friends
Whose lyrics resonate deeper than yours did
And I finally love the little things
Hell, I live for the small moments that show us
That the truth is so much more than we make it
Your ignorance led to my greater appreciation
Of my minutes passing here on this planet