Ducts stay dry,
emotion runs deep.
A burst of passion clouds the eyes,
then the fingers and face meet.
Took a certain song to grace the ears.
or a particular thought to fill the mind.
Shift from mere desire for pause
wanting only to press rewind.
In the form of joy,
under the guise of grief,
so much feeling comes into existence.
The tunes do wonders,
the thoughts work magic,
even if only for a fleeting instant.
Gratitude fills the atmosphere,
while the spirit savors the remnants.
The soul internalizes the lyrics so much,
you know for sure that they meant it.
Wishing the music will never stop,
knowing the tears will soon follow.
Loving the feeling of forgetting to cry -
the deepest, sweetest sorrow.