A swirling of sounds, color, movement, page marked vivace: meaning lively, vivid Our eyes meet and the music starts; from the first beat I realize You don't need theory to know what keys pluck at my heartstrings Simpler than intervals and your smile, a crescendo into the forte of your embrace The curl of your lips as your laughter resonates a harmony with my own we breathe and even the silence is as beautiful as the noise I am so thankful for those repeats, a skip up the step to your front door and the creak as it swings open and I spin into your arms a different ending to each beginning, always going back to the same butterfly melody flitting wings parading color and light around the room as we sit, pinkies entwined like vines on a garden wall, and we are both blooming in the golden summer sun, hearts pounding blood rushing, lush and alive Your smile, your words, our hands together: A world of colors and sounds all our own the tonic note of my favoriteΒ Β tune and the pick up to a whole new melody Thank you.