Surrounded by music and muses

It’s like I’m hearing for the first time

Seeing through my own eyes

Flipping past pages visible in the soft light

That pours from the small table at my bedside

Your song caught me when I wasn’t thinking

Maybe that’s why I noticed the melody

But now that you have stopped singing

I can listen to the voices of the friends

Whose lyrics resonate deeper than yours did

And I finally love the little things

Hell, I live for the small moments that show us

That the truth is so much more than we make it

Your ignorance led to my greater appreciation

Of my minutes passing here on this planet