You are.

You are the twenty dollars I randomly found in my coat pocket.
You are the puzzle piece that just seems to fit.
You are piano music on a rainy afternoon,
A comfy cushion beside a large window.

You are the strong tree branch I'd tie my swing to.
You are the song that gets stuck in my head.
You are that feeling of looking down
And finding a lanky puppy asleep in your arms.

You are the realization that the clock is five minutes fast.
You are pancakes and ice cream after midnight.
You are a room full of old books,
The well-worn sweatshirt that makes sleep easier.

You are how jazz fizzles.
You are the tingling feeling of sunshine on my shoulders.
You are the paint brush bristles trapped
In an original masterpiece.

You are,
But what am I?