Music is Noise

To love you for an instant would be no less grand than to hold your hand for a lifetime.

My feeling keeps no time;

To know that I would watch you sway for eternity and

To find eternity in a moment of your smile are the same thing.

I’d like to hide myself in your dreams,

Glimpse your heart and surprise you

With a familiar face when you feel furthest from home.

But I could bring you no gift here. Instead,

Secretly, I would smuggle with me one of those songs that

You can only hear on the brink of sleep,

Like a mother’s whispering, “You are my sunshine.”

Which you cannot try to understand but which is understood all the same.

Trying to find the difference between love and infatuation is

Like listening for what sound and silence have in common.

You cannot point it out, so much so that you get the notion that

Maybe they have always been the same thing.

Like all things, this is a spectrum;

Whereupon brotherhood, kinship, grace, charity, and even lust all fall.

Blue does not lessen the majesty of Purple simply by laying by its side,

And only fear would raise the notion that Romeo’s passion were never true at all.

“Love is love.” means just as much as “Music is noise.”

To neither phrase’s detriment.

How could you do anything less than marvel

At the fact that either exist at all?