here loud

empty rooms make it feel like noise can fill all that space,
resonating against all the phrases, pauses and rhythms
that dictate sound and tremors

my will is all about the chance my sound will
reach your ears when you're upstairs
and hoping that echo takes out every flaw
i know your ears are sensitive to movement, waking sine waves

anything, don't stop anything
you are beautiful to me

i'm okay if you write the words for me since then i don't feel the urgency
see, i do not know how to swim
i drown in words, in meaning and synonyms

i can opt for the silence part,
the pause that needs no words at all
now i hear the finite sound
like crickets on the floor
like rain falling on the a/c unit
it's you, dear, that's what i fear

anything, don't stop anything
you are beautiful to me

some things i have heard in the presence of your breathing sound
that i wish to hear here, loud