Music to my ears

True love is a song, you are the melody. Too beautiful to put words to. If I try to sing, the words mean less as they take the focus. My ears are fine tuned and my heart is expressive. Never knowing if this song is meant for me I am compelled to listen. A song I have never heard, yet know every note to come. I have always known music can speak to my soul. I never knew a song to scream at it in a way that my soul freezes. To test everything that I am. To be so powerful that my being and everything I have ever known is powerless. So captivating that it is the only song on my playlist. I have forgotten the sound of Mozart. I cannot tell the difference between Bach and Barney. I used to hear the world, now it is mute. I thought I knew myself, now I see myself in your spirit and it shows me who I am. Forever grateful that I have stumbled on the sounds of angels singing in perfect harmony to God. Man is not supposed to hear the choir, why am I allowed to. I am not deserving of the things I am being shown. I do not worry that the song will get old, I do not worry if the song is pure in its essence. I worry that the song will be lost to me. That the system of inequality and justice will see I am not worthy. That it will delete the song from my consciousness. I worry that I will never be able to write one word that gives any merit to this melody you have let me hear. Sadness overwhelms me by knowing I am too selfish to share this song with anyone else. I do not want to give a peice of this song away to those who do not appreciate the wonder of your ways. The world would rather hear what the radio plays for them. Sheep being led astray from the field in which they were meant to live. A society that may never understand why I am fascinated with the oddness of your sound.   I am sad for anyone who has never and will never hear it. As I smile and listen, I pray that this song will forever be with me. That it will be my theme song, it will be my wedding song, and be the song that is played to my exit of this reality. I hope and pray you hear my heartbeat while I am still able to be heard. That my song is one you will be content listening to for the rest of time. Above all I hope you listen to the song in you and recognize the power in it.