Strings and Notes (Poem)
It’s hard to see you
No faced and silent
Whilst in your highest
Wrapped in strings and notes
Incomprehensive
Yet so expected
This, questioning why
I’m out of your league
Hardly expressive
Though dominative
Rotten confusion
And overdue love
Through pandemonium
Of chaotic songs
Longing your sound waves
To go along mine
Over reactive
This nonsensical
Shadow of thoughts
Silenced affection
g.m.
I wrote this while I watched him play the guitar, his back faced to me, about ten feet away. For some reason I don't know, I got this longing feeling on two things: first, to hug him tightly from behind (I know. It's so cliche, but whatever). I knew I that would not be possible, so I settled for the second longing feeling: to write this poem.
Ever since he started to play, it has always been like this. Him, putting all concentration on playing, and me, trying hard not to put all concentration on him. Then, that's where the sappy and sentimental things come in. It's an endless cycle.
This is for you, and you know that.