mozart didn't write this one

my love is loud, your fear is louder.
sometimes, just briefly, the sound between us
is sweet. most of the time it's
a cacophony of possibilities.
a crescendo stuck at half volume.
a chord that doesn't sing.
a song written in a language
neither one of us can fully understand.

and yet, the notes still play.
the strings keep strumming
the drums, the bass, the 808s.
maybe, our relationship will
never be as beautiful as a
symphony but maybe,

just like music,

love can be interpreted in infinite ways.

-liz