The Unwritten Spoken

I want to write for you,
but I don't yet know the words...

A single thought of you leaves images swirling and swarming violently around the annexes of my mind,
but the violence is beautiful.

My world is shifted by your presence, thrown off balance, toppled over,
but the chaos is calming.

Entire symphonies and movements compose themselves within me, the ink from the pages forming pools of musical metaphors that flood together until they have no other option but to pour from me, streaming out of my fingertips onto paper, strings, and ivory keys,
but the sound is so pure only souls can comprehend its meaning.

You cause the creation of languages unspoken and unwritten, wars that have yet to begin are fought over you,
but my struggle is worth it.

I want to write for you,
but I do not yet know the words....