Waves gently crashing on an empty beach.
A breeze blowing over a large field.
A train on tracks in the distance.
A guitar with just the right amount of distortion.
Jazz music down the street in New Orleans.
A baby, just a few months old, laughing.
An eagerly awaited car, returning home.
Construction paper being torn.
The rustling of sheets when adjusting to become more comfortable.
The air racing past an open car window when driving on the highway.
A bass slide at the perfect time in a song.
Leaves rustling as the wind rattles them.
People talking in the distance as you try to fall asleep. Maybe whispers.
Laughter after you say something funny.
A sincere “thank you,” or “please.”
A “hello” or “hi” from someone you’ll come to know very well.
Your heartbeat when I rest my head on your chest.
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Christian Koller
Musician who loves writing. Every read is greatly appreciated.
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