The keys call in grey-scale,
The strings tense to play,
Waiting for my fingers to glide across their scales.

Discordant bass lines and rising melodies,
As hands, heart and voice unite,
To outpour my soul,
As it fills the hall,
Tears fall,
In answer to the call.

To release emotion unrelentingly.

Before I learnt to sing with someone else,
I preferred a duet with myself.

But now my song is joined by dance,
And my nervous glance,
Is entranced,
With romance.

And the smile that eases my stirring heart.