.Mate in Music.

I make believe my mate will be like every song I PLAY

the words remind me of Xscape, no more rainy days

I fall asleep to the melodies, indeed 'speak calm to me'

my diary melts modes of silent breath, Alicia I am, alive I'll be . . . 

The slower the jam, the louder the sound - as it hits my ears

I concentrate only by the way, the moment,  Jill feeds my fears 

I hike Hills in my mellow state

which cures the slightest ache

The sweetest thing I've ever known, my neck tilt side - I sighed a warm heart rate

Messages read aloud - no conference call, just me, oh me

my casual sitting still, I imagine. . . PAUSE - a small bit . . . free~

I call him when I'm lonely, laughing, hurting . . . cold.

He teaches my hum-a-along, Musiq passing pastures far from gold

I usually ask for guide as I sail from battle places

I harbor in my soul, tongueless speeches, no lucky Aces

(I hope no one is watching as I dance with him 

                                                                             so beautifully)

Please don't STOP the music(q)! lengthy lyrics craze after you

I bow down to your presence, BUT you lift me, morning due!

I can't help but play your songs, one by one, but on & on

I rock like Erykah in my thoughts, coming up with steady songs 

I wonder if Anthony understands . . . the point of present mysteries

I feel safe as I hear you, your handsome tone, I 'whooooooo' - your tune.