i love it.
the last line is really profound.
i love the thought of someone having their own "song".

Easily felt... I know I've felt this way before, sitting at my piano, same as you. Love the imagery. Hauntingly beautiful.

interesting metaphors.

not pathetic in the slightest. honestly, I think this is one of your best poems, certainly better than "entranced" :P

there are too many lines I like here: "when empty words misspell themselves" "regurgitate cacophonic fears" and "off key crescendoes" are the best.

but the last line ends it perfectly. it is just so earnest, it reminds me of how I felt when I wrote the "I grow crooked now" stanza in "june". it is a universal feeling, trust me, and you summed it up pretty amazingly.

overall, I love the music metaphors, they fit you and your passion for what and who you love, and your single-mindedness.

truly a work of art.

i really liked this poem. but it made me sad for some reason.
i actually love all your poems :]] but this ones my favorite

This is good. I love how you compare music to a new relationship.