I Am A Musician

I am a musician.

I do not write.

I compose.

I can tell you the tempo of my heart

And how it shifts from adagio to allegro

When I see your face.

How the crescendo of your smile

Creates a symphony in my mind.

How the lilts of your voice are melodies

I will never forget.

I am a musician.

I am not a poet.

I cannot compare thee to a summer's day

But what I can do is compare you to a piece of complete harmony

And consonance.

I can tell you the names of the chords you strike through my veins

When you look me in the eyes.

I cannot turn words into poetry or love

But I can sing you love songs until my voice runs dry.

I am a musician.

I cannot write.

I can strum you like a guitar and make you hum.

I can make you sing sweet melodies when I run my fingers down your spine.

I can tell you how cacophonous my life is without you.

I can tell you how the melody in a monophonic composition feels

When you're gone.

I can feel the syncopation when we are in a fight.

I am a musician.

I am not a poet.

I cannot put into words how I feel about you.

But I can sure as hell try

In this word sonata of thoughts.

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