I could drown in his music

but never feel the need to grasp for air.

It’ll be like floating mid-air,

as if I was falling but never feeling the pull of gravity against me.

It’ll be like running against the hard winds,

like jumping into the cold waters,

like taking the leap…

like running away and never turning back..

like letting go..

like forgiving yourself,

like falling in love but never losing yourself again.

Like in the French movies.. without ever saying a word.