There's a soundtrack stuck in my head. A whispering, quiet melody. Flutes and violins take center stage As cellos and clarinets round out the sound. The soft plucking of a harp shades and fills in With the gentle support of a French horn. And so the basses and the tubas grow louder As the melody swells Like a leaf blown higher on the wind. As it begins to crescendo, I can feel it in my fingertips-- The emotion of it all.
There's a symphony in your smile, An orchestral accompaniment To the twinkle in your eye. Your laughter is the thumping of the timpani; Your chuckle the plucking of an upright bass. Your soft conversing is a harmonic woodwind; Your finely crafted wit, a lively piccolo. And your hands gently taking mine, Cradling them and never wanting to let go, Is the soft caress of a singing violin.
And when you say, "I love you", I realize it was you all along. You are the music in my head, The soundtrack to my life. And like we used to do in bygone days, I would play this music cassette Over and over and over again Until the film is faded and cracked, And there is no more cassette that can be played. Then I would sit and close my eyes, And recall it in my memory, For the music of the heart never fades.