A Note From Which A Chord Is Built

A Note From Which A Chord Is Built
You have always seen
the best parts of me
with my uncovered eyes
loose from lenses
absorbing light
your hand is wrapped in mine
the sunset for the last time
carpet stains from coffee cups
thrown to stop
from hurting so much
paralyzed
i thought i'd fail you somehow,
then let you down
but you save me from death
awakened and i'm
for the first time
joining as voices seem
together the same song