I wonder how many strangers have fallen in love
unknowingly, by connecting through art?
I feel I might be in love with you,
but how is that possible if I don’t know you?
We won’t ever meet. You won’t ever know my name,
but I will always know yours, and through your art,
I feel I might have an idea about you.
Or I definitely have an idea about
what racing dreams can keep you going at night.
I have an idea about what makes your heart pound
and your voice break, what makes tears
and sobs wrack you internally,
what devastates you by yourself in your room.
I know you through what inspires you to create,
and I’ve certainly fallen in love with the strength and care
with which you do your work.
I’ve fallen in love with the way your spine bends forward,
the shameless intensity of your confidence,
and your earthquake making laughter.
The kind currently causing my own heart to leap
in pulsing radiance every single time I hear it.
I do love you. Even though you’