You Create

Your music pounds in my head
harder than a rock.
I grab my hair and plead for it to stop
but you won't leave me be
not now,
not ever.
The melody fills my eyes with liquid
liquid notes that roll down my cheeks
slide off my face.
Each drop a new note
multiplying out of tune
hitting the ground as a different key.
And you, the chorus line,
dance in rapid cadence.
My hands are clasped,
clasped so tight
in hope I won't fall out of my bed
from the vibrations of beauty you create.
You create
as I see you walking by.
Each movement a symphony.
My heart beats to that rhythm
and you,
you play the drums.