WWP 4

http://buttercupfestival.com/

You sing
and
I see the universe:

the vast darknesses of your notes,
punctuated with bright fiery fermatas
collapsing into black hole rests
when you breathe, pulling
me in closer, stretching
me thinner
until

at the
edge of your
event horizon

you

sing once more
and I
see the whole universe
but no light escapes you.

Still not satisfied with the ending. But oh well.