Our story is like a melody

Our story is like a silent melody which unfolds over time and transforms the hearts it is notated upon. The frequencies involved cannot be heard by human ears, and cannot be understood by human perception. It is why only we hear…only we who are lovers of life, who soar above the clouds and make our mark on the world by the silent, knowing smile we wear each and every day. The smile which knows we have the other, unknowingly, somewhere, waiting for the one which is missing. Waiting for the moment when dreams, thoughts, notions, songs, become reality. Waiting for the one, breathless minute in time which hovers over our very existence. We, we who now see and hear and speak were once blind, deaf, and mute in our fear.
I never knew, but you were the one I spoke of. It’s completely clear to me now. You were the one who flooded my dreams, and swept me up into existence, silently bending and breaking me, constantly changing and molding me. How could I not know? How could I not see your eyes? They were always there, watching me. And when your lips embraced mine? Caressing them, sweeping across them, tenderly, silently, movingly, not even then did I understand. Yet you were woven into my tapestry, the color which stood out against the rest. When I was torn, you remained. Though the world shook me, you stood still.