A love poem

You are like the storm,
hitting the roof of my house,
shaking the walls.
Like the music,
playing too loud,
running through  my veins.
Being with you is like a concert,
I can feel the drums inside of me.
But there are no musicians,
just us.
And you're no singer,
but I could listen to your voice
like I listen to the music,
like there's nothing else in the world.

I guess that's what they call love.