Music

Music moves me, simply;
It seeps into the hollowness,
And echos in me.
When I find myself transfixed
By the white lines on the highway,
I let music bury itself in my hair;
It's a sweeter kind of melancholy;
It's yellow lawns and white winters,
When the fog touches the sky.
And when I find a voice beautiful,
My lips are compelled to move with it,
Imagining our two voices in a kiss.
Take me, divine music.. So somber you sound.
Let me be your harmony once in a while.