two halves of two hearts

Melancholy matters little against music when

just you and I harmonise, compose and devise.

And you advocate the most for my ambitions.

Other people can’t imitate quite how, we

turn bright in each other’s light, measuring

sounds. Maintaining our soundness and equally, solace.

Two halves of two hearts, given meaning by musicality.

Happiness in scrawling notes and stacking staves, 

hearing you find connection in my work,

understanding me uniquely, praising my

eccentric originality. I knew I wasn’t crazy for

all my out-there ideas. I was just devoted and you

were there to tell me that you cared. 

© Mollie Mardel