Flows

it might be the music that connected us together,
or the difference in the world weather,
that joined our different hearts,
away, together or apart,

or maybe its the turn in the cycle,
our love taller than the ifle,
my world wont ever turn  the same,
in this small short world no longer lame,

maybe its the music below our feet,
or a strong passion that lies beneath,
the middle of the night ,
that shines bright.