I am not your sun:
I do not make your flowers grow.
I do not give you warmth and glow.

I am not your moon:
I do not light up your night
and I do not control your tides.

I am not your fire,
nor am I your rain.
Neither earth nor wind am I,
simply an unrelenting refrain
of a long-held melody
you did unleash in me.
I am music
and I know not
if you are even listening.

What am I to you?
That I do not know.
But when you feel like everything,
it’s hard to let you go.