Excited

They dance in the sky, Ia on the left and Eo on the right. What music like they? If I know, we can dance together. Will you like their songs?

I never understood why people like music. You never miss a single festival or event, and you dance the night away. You are so happy, so lively. The ballads you like reduce you to tears. You sing them at home, at work, on your way to meet me. Even your eyes sing to me, sparkling with the moon dance in colors I begin to understand.

If music confused me, love songs were a nightmare, passion poured into an emotion I knew not. Why are they so sad, yet so happy? Why is melancholy something you call sweet? So I asked myself. But you lean into me. You close your eyes, and relax on my shoulder. You are asleep again, the same story every day.