MonoMonday ~ Music

Soundtrack

He once told me about his love for lyrics.
How the words spoke to him like poetry.

I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghosts
who live there. The face he saw and the voices he
heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings,
real or imagined.

The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his
eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in the way a
melody draw a crowd to the dance floor. Pulled by
invisible strings.

Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts - if I am
somewhere, drifting between those notes, I hope I am.
I hope whenever my song plays, I am there,
whispering in his ear.

~ Lang Leav


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