I see your face. You're beautiful.
I wear these headphones; they fill me with you.
I type these words and will soon type the piano.
You're beautiful.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
See these words. They are you.
One day my fingers will speak your beauty in another language.
Music fills my spirit and translates your beauty into something tangible.
I discover internal meaning of my life hidden by this world.
I will tell others in the same language translated to me.
I will exclaim by proxy.
Music is my purpose.
Use me.
Soon you will be coming home. You're beautiful.
