it is different and it is not the same,
because when music happens with you,
the notes create stair steps up to places
in the sky
i have never been before.
i never knew what it was like to soar
through the billows
until i heard your guitar
and voice mix
and float away.
i do not know if you can get so close to these
vaulted ceilings on your own,
but i know i cannot.
it takes two.
you made me bounce my head against
the loftiest heights like a runaway balloon,
but we always manage to come back down
to the earth before the atmosphere
makes us burst.
yet we are never quite touching the ground,
because if our whole selves
are not floating through heaven,
we at least keep our head in the clouds,
with only our feet to tap earth ever
and then only in rhythm to our songs.
but when my head is full of you,
i know your head is full of her,
and that her is not me.
and i never knew something could be so sweet
and so sad at the same time
as when i sing with you.