At a concert…..
We all merged with the cacophony,
And submerged in the heat of each other’s embrace.
All except him —
He was a foreigner to music.
Eyes shut, Mind blank,
I twirled around, and strummed my guitar anything but gracefully.
My worries would drown in my tears; and my tears would drown in my rhythm….
Amidst the cacophony, amidst the heat of foreign sounds,
I heard my rhythm.
But he watched it;
He was the only foreigner to music..
Which is why when others fell in love with the familiar riff,
He fell in love with the foreign person making it.