I Breathe Your Symphony

I breathe your symphony.

I inhale your hearts,

and exhale them- broken.

You inhale them broken,

and exhale them- new.

I am soaked by the rain,

I am given a towel- dry,

and I return it- soaked.

You take the towel- wet,

and dry it with your hearts.

Everything good of me from your symphony- comes.

It sings warmth when I am blue,

and satisfies my eyes when they are- dry.