I like this poem, cute, short, and sweet. There a couple mistakes, as "ever line of sand..." I think you mean "every." Also, "music floats from you like breathe," did you mean breath? Even if you place breath there it feels a little odd to me, but then again, the "I feel you exhale like an accordian," is absolutely wonderful. Why two nights? I don't understand that. And I am a little confused by the ending, "until you fall off the page/until I can place you on a map/but can't see you on the horizon/or under the covers" Was it talking about the person slowly leaving, until you no longer hear from them or know where they are in life?
I also loved how you described the word "very small,/flat, wrinkled and yellow." I've never heard anything describe the world like that.
Good job and good luck!

i like it, all but where you wrote "i feel you exhale like an accordion" it just doesnt sound right. but i love the rest : )

i like the imagery.