love comes to me

at 5:25 am in the morning. the strings travel quietly over to my bed, crawl into my ears, and mingle with my dream. gradually, the sound grows louder while the guitar is getting up. when at 1:05 the drum takes the stage, my hands draw the blanket closer, my heart blossoms, and my lips smile. love comes to me. it is the dawn outside behind the curtain, the warmth in the wide bed, the weight of the blanket, the rhythm of the breath. and that is all.

and love comes to others, too.

and to you.