If only I could capture the

sound of mellifluous music

in words, because I am still in

love with you and it seems I have

already consumed and exhaus-

ted all of the words in the world.

I need music. I require lil-

ting melodies to explain to

you all that I cannot say or

write—flat notes, sharp notes, strung toge-

ther like words of prose; lulling, en-

rapturing and beguiling the

senses into harmonious

contentment.