Langauge and its music

This house locks drowning sounds.
Flesh scars hold fading letters and hymns, chorus.
These beings tell so much words.
Beneath mountains are divides that underlay
Frequent rate of heartbeats can split half plain into potholes.
The trees outside dancing to madness.
Hair, long stretches to streams endlessly
I’ve missed everything that touches my eyes
Chandeliers swing no more, no lights
We will meet again dearest one.

Younglan x Vera