I am home, and it wasn't until traveling abroad that upon my return I felt it be such.
I spent the past few days delighting in the life that just a few months ago I took for granted. Summer plays on my strings with adoration and excitement.
I feel open, like a blossomed flower, basking in the reverence of romance.
This song below echoes the song that stirs within the deepest parts of my heart. There is still a melancholy that can be found within its melody, alas... that in music, we welcome the embrace of such overwhelming beauty along with the pain of it. The sorrow that is found but rejoiced in, that very sorrow plagues the heart with its divinity.
Yet in people... such pain we deny.
We stifle, abandon or destroy.
Unapologetic in our desires. Basking in their beauty, keeping it all for our own enjoyment. The memory of it fresh still on tainted hands.
And all I have wanted to do was to sing this song to my lover in remembrance of our Maker.
This is the song of my heart, my guide.
And it plays across these plains, body shimmering beneath the warm summer nights.
I have asked for so long to heal, to fade away and appear unto.
I feel the warm scape of it all in these vacant rooms of my beating heart. Tell me, what joy can be found, where tears do not travel and escape through the passage of these eyes? Where the universe finds solace on the flesh of impermanence... this everlasting embrace.