relax,
he says.
chill.
stop.
just stop.
stop being in control.
stop caring.
stop being perfect.
stop everything-
all but peace.
hear harmonies
from skies
from earth
from us.
listen.
breathe,
he says.
foreign concept.
softly
are my footfalls.
softly
are his strums.
sing softly
sing melody.
he does.
and i listen.
just listen.
i can see
chords in the air
twirling around
like black ribbon.
warm atmosphere
like
peppermint tea
steeping
in our lungs.
melody.
listen.
relax.
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