Soundless melody

In the deepest of oceans,
I am sinking, sinking ever deeper,
deeper still, and I don't mind.
You're calling to me like a siren,
calling ever more longingly, beautifully
and I can't help but listen.
I welcome the sound, treasure it,
memorize every last note in order to never forget.
Never forget what gives the sun it's warmth,
the flowers their beauty.
And the sky, it's trapped in your eyes
an array of light blues and smokey grays.
I am staring, staring,
drinking in what's so carefully etched there.
Filled with promises,
promises of things still to come.
Not a word has been whispered,
not a sound has been made
but not ever has a sweeter symphony been heard
than the one you inspire.