Every time I hear I remember, and when I listen I can’t forget. I can see the curve of your mouth as you talk, while I lounged back in my favorite worn chair. I look all around, I miss all the sounds. The ones of the city and those ones, just ours. And everyday, I’d wait for you, and everyday you’d play me a new song. Pulled music from the air like paper strings from my mind, which you read and then translated into music. You said that it made everything okay, and that we came from the ocean and were living the best parts of our land lives. I lied and said that I didn’t believe you.