What if we became a
Crescendo and the sound scared you?
What if we crested and the rush of the
Water drowned out your voice?
I am a rolling timpani into a car crash but
I would step away from the wreckage
On the balls of my feet for you
Keep a pair of earplugs in my pocket
My love can get loud
And this collection of incoherence
Could go from babble to ocean
If we let the current take us
Perhaps itโs safer to tread shallows for now

















