You.
You. You fill me with music.
Notes and words strung together on the wings
of the butterflies that reside in my stomach.
You. You fill me with happiness. Laughter that once fell on deaf ears now fills halls and stadiums in my soul.
You. You fill me with life, breath, love.
You. You are the homeless man on the street, you are my 5th grade teacher, you are my first, my last love, you are everyone I know, everyone I love, everyone I hate.
You are no one.
You are the familiarity I don’t know.
You. You fill me with music. Notes and words shot up to the sky to impregnate the stars.
You.
You are me……but who am I?