The beauty in my radio,
To listen to the sounds,
yes the color in sheer music.
Dances across piano keys, dressed up, in white and black with gold embroidering,
rich like the multiple layers of orchestrated masterpiece right at my disposal.
Should I-Could I still, Listen to the song - her song
of laughter and clapping and smiling - rich in love.
The sound of standing and rocking back and forth
With her in my arms
quietly,
softly,
pianissimo.
Loud in the blushing of our faces,
In the eyes interlocked and heat deep
In the foundation of our bones,
In the burning passion of the pyrophone
Just 2 hearts beating and living freely
Sparking chemistry-
setting our cold-hearted world aflame
larger,
fiercer,
Fortissimo.
In our dance, the knobs turned,
Broadcast frequency connecting
as our lips.
Her sound, my sound - our happiness, our song.
All harmonically combined in us
for music to the world
Fortissimo
