What beautiful sounds Do you whistle through my ears? Chords of the heart Are what I hear Your notes of ecstacy Slowly soothe my ears You speak a language that knows not letters No sentence nor stanza can contain your tears You skip introductions and goodbyes Instead you pull the latch and enter the door That flows you down through corridors of years Held in passages of thought Like a winding staircase Through the capsules of my very heart