"Play for me" she said.
So I sat with my heart on my sleeve.
The only ***** without keys
That beats to the tune of you.

Veins running like strings
As notes leap from my chest
And fill the air
Like a symphony as sweet
As the scent of the perfume
that you wear.

I watch as you dance
To the sound of every breath
That I take.
The same way that my lungs fill up
Is the same way that I feel your love.

Your smile is the spotlight
And when I play center stage
I picture the sound of you.
I then compose a piece
Of all the pieces ex lovers
Left scattered around of you.

How could something so broken
Sound so whole again?
When the right musician
Comes along and does more
That just tug at your heartstrings.

A true ***** player
Sweeps his fingers across the keys
The same way an angel
Caresses a Harp's strings.

The same way that my touch
Caresses your heart's beat.
The same way that we get lost
In messy sheets.

And in that moment I realize
The only thing
More beautiful than you
Is the music that we make together.