If I Could write you a song.

If I could write a song, it would be for you. The staccatos pattering the vigorous beat of my heart every time you're around, and grace notes dancing around the shaky tempo, my weakened knees. Every crescendo outlining our smiles, and every rest contentment. Fermatas would sing the story of out love and how we thought that we would never be. The conductors had decided that we were wrong. The chorus would never get the chance to breathe, if only because I've never been able to breathe when I'm around you. Both treble and bass lines would dance and intertwine outlining just how different we are, yet the beauty of the music that we make when we come together, creating melodious harmonies with our every move. The symphony would fluctuate, in and out, in and out with every breath you took and every beat of your heart. Long drawn, minor keyed legatos would paint pictures of our downfalls while tiny accidentals would prove that we can solve them together. If I could write a song, parts of it would be syncopated. The notes would be skipping, not just running. They would be laughing and smiling and crying and doing everything that I love to do with you. But mezzo piano knows. It knows how far away you are, how muffled my joy can be.