violins

I have wondered all my life how it will be to hear my violins play. One day I’ll look up into someone’s face and the chords will match, a duet of notes running in tandem, constructive waves stand still in the moment of met glances. One plays, the other compliments, notes compile and structure harmony in the most beautiful sense, and we make music. Whatever my thin tune had sung throughout my solo existence, he pairs his own tones into a song I know and have never heard.
Sometimes I question if I have heard that duet, but have jarred the rhythm so thoroughly that it has unraveled in my own hands.
Maybe Ben Gibbard expresses it better,
“and then I felt the scrapes
from a slippery subway grate
oh how you laughed at my complete
lack of grace
but I could not recall
a more perfect fall
cause when I looked up into your eyes
it didn’t hurt at all and I thought
be still my heart
this could be a brand new start
with you
and it will be clear
if I wake up and you’re still here
in the morning”
I guess that is the realization I’m waiting for, a perfect fall.