Hold my tears.
Let me hear my heartbeat gently.
Let me feel the rhythm of the music on stereo. The music that speaks favourable language.
Let me hear the sizzling from my kettle saying come make coffee.
Let me feel the warmth of my pink hand made sweater from Grandma.
Let me hear the tick tock of my wall clock.

Hold my tears
Let me see those trees dance to baseless sound.
Let me count every rain drop...