trans-atlanticism

music in a quiet room
too loud
too much for the
fuzziness
in your head
to catch

water under the bridge
is never coming back

what remains though
and fast in place
are the scars
you receive
in love
and battles

they attempt to
fade into and
become one
with your skin
your skin.
rough and smooth
cool on a summer's afternoon
enveloping
on a noisy rainy night

across borders
and horizons
under our skies
and different ones

it's a bitter sweet
symphony
elaborate and how
varied, meandering
the empty lines
of my verse filled
with some musings
of his own