day one hundred forty six: Ewan McGregor.

gray eyes

devilish grin

behind reddened lips

of passion

lips that house

a magnificent throat

which sings ballads

of only loving

imperfect

impossible

me.

day one hundred-eight: to speak the language.

wickedly despicable

gravity defying

mind blowing

tone envying

phones ringing

pause the life

and let the music happen

find the rhythm

find the rhyme

follow them

into no-time

hear the laugher

stand and clap

feel the low notes

tickling your diaphragm

let the high notes

take you higher

make you feel

that much lighter

let that music take you over

because music:

"music s too strong a language

for me not to speak"