I miss your music.

I miss your music.

I miss the sound of haunting, rhythmic drums..
Fleeting and faint..
Echoing through the halls of the house..
I miss the warm glow of your face as I peer in through the crack in the basement door..
And watch you play..
The sheer tenderness in your expression as you manipulate each beat and each rhythm...

I miss your hushed singing..
Voice throaty and smooth...
A secret for just our ears...
I miss the way your lovely blonde hair hangs in your eyes as you lean over the drums..
Your eyes fiery, focused....
I miss the way you get lost in the beats..
And the smirk that crosses your lips when you realise I’ve been watching...

Just one more day.