and that tune...

*boom boom*
There goes my heart,
My cheeks flush with each cymbal crash, each high note,
The kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise up toward the God who lent them that voice,
And those words.

Oh, those words.
I wish I'd never heard them,
or let them sweep me off my feet.
I can't get his melody out of my mind, his chords,
They resonate.
Long after the power gets shut off, the lights dimmed,
They echo here. With all of the passion that went with them.

He was too good with his words,
Knew how to take his lyrics,
And left them higher. Lift me higher.

I think only he knew,
How far they would make me fall.