With you, everything is music. One cannot determine from day to day, moment to moment, what the music will be. Some days, it is dance music, some days the blues. But always there is music, the harmony of our souls and the rhythms of our hearts. Our pulses are the drums and our laughter and tears are the lyrics. Sometimes the music is so beautiful I can't breathe, sometimes the music makes me want to plug my ears and scream. Without you the air carries no sound. The music is gone.