A Saxophone Sings in the City

I fell in love with a nihilist. It was pointless for both of us. 

We put meaning in the meaningless 

Our nights turned to days, our days bled into nights 

We talk endlessly 

Hours pass as seconds and the seconds pass as hours 

I feel like a kid again, 

I feel all the things I tried not to feel 

Yet somehow, she washed away my numbness. 

For once in my life she makes me not want to die. I love her. 

I help her sleep with my voice 

She wakes me up with little love letters. 

O' how I fell in love with her words 

Her grey turns to turquoise 

The black bursts of violets and yellow 

I am neither numb nor nothing, 

For this we have; is something. 

We will die in each other's arms 

Living for each other. Loving in this nothing. 

-For the Hessian woman who took my breath away.