You play a perfect harmony to the music of my soul In 4/4 time the last measure is our goal You conduct me along with the swift movements of your bow Sweat collects on your prominent brow as you hit the note a little too low Andante to vivace my heart rushes to tempo We hold our fermata embracing the moment, slow The notes sit on the page while my thoughts dance with the rhythm They leap and they frolic to the sounds of the broken hymn A little sharp, maybe flat Our pulses quicken assai, as though Haydn intended that Like the Baroque Era wrote for us and our meetings in private Our handshakes that last long and our glances that are silent But it won’t last and we will face the caesura of our love It transpires as we ignore the baton waving above Our duet will end as it started, quickly, like the flight of a dove Le Carnaval Des Animaux replicates my scrambled mind No matter how hard I search, the answers I cannot find In hectic chaos I’m blind to the clearest option staring straight at me A simple kiss will suffice in helping me see For to be the maestro I must know every part Feel each chord progression and triad deep down in my heart A kiss will answer if these feelings are true Or if because of my dreams I have sudden interest in you Whether the moment is a roar of fortissimo glory Or it is a disappointing sforzando into the diminuendo of our story Do you feel a crescendo when our eyes meet for a second? Like we’re calling each other closer and with each blink we’ve beckoned One another to draw in the coda finale Together we may join and our notes, they will rally By the last bar they’re in unison and our cadence is clear The next movement will begin, there is nothing to fear
Take up your baton. Warm up the orchestra Make ready for the sweetness to come.
Strum up the violins my maestro. I want to hear the song that awakens the senses just once more. It is my favorite one. It never grows old. It has been played for me time and time again but the notes still vibrate through my soul.
Tune our instruments to the purest note. Make sure they resonate in sync. The drumming will not keep time but the beat stays rhythmic and steady. Our instruments perform harmoniously.
Slow it down maestro I wish to hear The notes One At A Time…
Perfection. Beauty. Soul. The theme of our melody.
Prepare me for the crescendo. Let the beat transfer from the rhythmic drumming to the excitement of my chaotic heart.
End our song with a down tempo from the wind instruments. Allow it to drift softly to the final rest.
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