Just as I hear the music that plays from within As soft as a distant whisper or breath Your touch has been memorized upon my skin Like a kiss lost upon the wind.
A duet of our souls colliding That forms its very own tempo Hitting all the rhythms and beats On the scale from adagio to allegro
Coaxing forth the sweetest of melodies My maestro skillfully playing my every part Drawing his bow against the tightly wound strings To the hidden notes of his music written within my heart
Harmonizing in our own lover's chorus Our bodies singing to a crescendo building Moans and sighs become the music before us Then collapse exhausted, the performance ending
A serenade to all who wish to listen to our song Faces without names, lost among the throngs And just like the music restored my hope My maestro saved me when he came along
Such is the music that has cleansed my soul Reminding me of all that I so adore And having been once again made whole I can only hope that he grants me an encore
"I have come up with the theory that the music is within. We do not bring it in...its already there we have to figure out how to get it out"~ Howard Roberts Jazz guitar