Music! Music you would declare,
Lose yourself my sweet in the notes…
No scrap that…The thingy majigs
You would say and I would hear
The smirk behind the words.
Lyrics baby, you would whisper
There at the very core of your
Creative essence, swim into them
Sing until your throat is sore
Then sing a little more. Feel the
Rhythm in your skin, feel it claw
Beneath the surface as your soul
Vibrates to my frequency…
But I wonder if there is a single song left
That does not have the essence of you,
Of us, sweeping through it’s perfect melody.