Sad Soul, Rich Laugh

i can see, that

the sadder your soul

the richer your laugh

may, 'laugh' doesn't fit. it is so much more

a certain flow of musical notes

i see them fly up from your stomach to greet the world in excitement 

a purity of intention,

an innocence of reverberation

your voice, that crackle

it's as if your soul saw mine, saw the similar weather incliment, and got up from its post to offer me a blanket

i think i know that you too are cold

for you, what can I do?

i think i must completely forget myself

so i can look at you

that peculiar node flapping

a singular entity bracing the weight of an intercontinental existence

and say

now this

is what you are

my friend,

teach me how you be

So I can take my position as the great mirror

of your continuous miracle 

i have so much to unknow