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perhaps i knew you in another life.

i attempt to discern the strangest
inclinations, the most confusing
sentiments, swirling about my mind
playing mozart, summoning kandinsky,
as the walls gain color
          and the music gives life.

perhaps i met you between the
      covers of a paperback novel.

you weave through the fibers of
my soul, like a tapestry of hues
created by the gods themselves.
maybe i am selfish to think such
a masterpiece of art was created
simply for my benefit.

i would like to think it was
      created for us both.

the wind whispers secrets
and the breeze tells tales of
the days before we met.
wistful, bittersweet their symphony
until the melody gains life and
the vibrant combination of strings
and woodwinds builds to a crescendo.

and in the silence
    in the spaces in-between.

there you are.

like tchaikovsky waltzing with renoir
and beethoven orchestrating conversations
between wit and reason,
         between passion and contentedness.

perhaps i knew you in another life
or perhaps the ensemble of
paintings thick with layers and
pieces rich with consonance
are simply another evidence that
you and i were always meant to be one.

Description
perhaps i knew you in another life.

i attempt to discern the strangest
inclinations, the most confusing
sentiments, swirling about my mind
playing mozart, summoning kandinsky,
as the walls gain color
          and the music gives life.

perhaps i met you between the
      covers of a paperback novel.

you weave through the fibers of
my soul, like a tapestry of hues
created by the gods themselves.
maybe i am selfish to think such
a masterpiece of art was created
simply for my benefit.

i would like to think it was
      created for us both.

the wind whispers secrets
and the breeze tells tales of
the days before we met.
wistful, bittersweet their symphony
until the melody gains life and
the vibrant combination of strings
and woodwinds builds to a crescendo.

and in the silence
    in the spaces in-between.

there you are.

like tchaikovsky waltzing with renoir
and beethoven orchestrating conversations
between wit and reason,
         between passion and contentedness.

perhaps i knew you in another life
or perhaps the ensemble of
paintings thick with layers and
pieces rich with consonance
are simply another evidence that
you and i were always meant to be one.