Our music

I've found a beat filled with my feeling
But lack the words to give it meaning
So it pounds on,
Just the blood
Inside my ears.

It is my very heartbeat's rhythm
All chaotic quiet nonsense
Self-contained
Won't explode
My body's walls.

I cannot help but think you made this
Cannot help but think you sang this
Plucked a chord
That made a war
Inside my bones.

And now I walk along with music
Knowing someone else can hear it
When we meet
We'll hold hands
And step in time.