I liked the song. And it gave me fuzzy feelings thinking about you.
Other "our songs" include:
Before it Breaks You: Lewis and Clarke
We painted. To this song. I painted one side, you the other. And we made sweet tenders. The candle lights were dancing. I think you slept over that night. It may have been when you came from Tallahassee. Maybe it was just the magic first few weeks we met. Where we explored each others minds and bodies. This song makes me deeply nostalgic. For the purity of our new love. The way we saw each other. Like "Could I really be this happy?" "Could this person really be who I see? Who I want them to be?" "Could this really be real?" We paint and we talk. But mostly we paint. Right next to each other. On the same canvas.
Svefn-g-Englar: Sigur Ros
This played in my mom's car on the night we met. And I took you to Howard Park. On the rocks. With the fish. Under the stars. And we waded in the ocean. We had hopped over the fence. This was playing the whole way there. And I drove you through tarpon. After greek coffee and baklava. You were wearing your versace glasses. And told me how your parents had thrown money at you because you were meeting up with a girl. This played that same night. And I was glad to have a new friend.
New Grass: Talk Talk
I heard this for the first time when I was in Tallahassee with you. The first time I visited. When you were stone free. It was nighttime. And I was lying on your bed. You turned this on. The lights were out. And you kissed me so deep. And you kissed me gently all over. And I fell in love with you. True love. Something inescapable. Wondering, where did this boy come from? How is he so sweet to me? Is this possible? Is this real? How can my heart be so touched? How could someone kiss with so much intention? How can I be feeling so much? I couldn't think those thoughts. I couldn't think much for my heart was so captivated. But I felt them. And was touched by them. This song reminds me of your soft lips and soothing presence.
La Noyee: Yann Tiersen
You taught me most of this song. Except for the end part. You're always so patient with me. You like for me to be excited about learning the piano. A higher purpose that you achieve is done through music. By playing and seeking purity or complexity in sound, the mind is challenged and the soul is taken to another place where feeling takes place again. I was happy to learn this song. Because I loved its simple elegance. And it wasn't too difficult. And you were such an understanding teacher with positive instruction, always correcting me with kind words. You never shuddered to show me twice or three times or four. It warmed you I played with you. By your side. On the bench. And could enter this realm with you. And for me, it too was a pleasure to enter the "old world" with you. With a pleasure in connection.
For me,
My song toward you includes:
Player Get your Funk On: Part 1
This was to the first video I saw you make. With the dinosaur and the yarn and the little dog. And they all get eaten by the yarn. But not mister white statue man. I saw this before stop motion was big. And I was a bit enraptured. Not with love or lust because that comes from something more than that for me. I hadn't even talked with you yet. But it fed this idea of potential. Like this could be someone I really enjoyed my time with. This could be someone who could create poetry with me, whether in friendship or tenderness. He's sincere and likes playing with the "old view" in a "new way". There's something beautiful in that.
So far
We have 5 songs. And I have one toward you.
But let's focus on the five songs.
Can you think of anymore?
These serve as our monuments.
Testaments to our love.
Proof of its magnitude which will stand the test of time.
As long as someone plays these songs, our love will always be remembered.
