the low light accentuates the turns and curvatures
and the deepest mahogany hue
contrasts most nicely against your porcelain features
and the double bass which you pursue
it's hard to discern when the instrument ends
and your delicate figure begins
as you rise with the music and your bow descends
a symphony for the ears and for the eyes nearly sin
your beauty flows through the tips of your fingers
and out of the rich body with a sound so true
as it dances through the hall with a color that lingers
you both become one in a moment anew
the way that you shine as your instrument speaks
can mute the outspoken and turn the vicious meek