For Taylor

The trees gossip to each other. 
Every time you step back. 
But I swear they won't wear out 
The pain in your voice. 
Thunder fails to kidnap 
The source of the noise. 
Tears are being held back, 
They surface through the cracks 
Destroying cheap glue 
Of a wall built too fast. 

You can be the painter. 
Your voice will be the paintbrush. 
Just keep singing that same song. 
I don't know any of the words. 
But I'll still sing along. 
Your stories, they harmonize with mine. 
But in a higher octave 
Breaking 
The girl of any disguise. 
Sing it again! 
I promise I'll listen 
Even after it ends.