Music is My Boyfriend

He comes home singing, humming, tapping, thrumming. In constant motion, he lives and dances to his own beat.

I remember a time when it was irritating. The endless noise after so many years of silence grated on my nerves. It was like having a boom-box playing behind my eyes, constant beat, constant movement.

He's colored like music. Bright, clashing, conforming, he could be motionless and he'd still vibrate with color, just as music can last on one note and still vibrate with sound.

He embodies everything he's worked to become, and I'm in love with it.

Music is my boyfriend.