The Music We Make

I feel your heart
Beating softly with mine
A pure harmony
Burrowing deep inside

Crescendos and allegros—
intertwining mirrors of our
actions, your baritone echoing my alto,
our hearts the metronome to the rhythms
of our voices lifted raised in the wordless
music of our song.

Though I don’t know the words
I merely sing the melody
letting the beating of our
hearts slowly lead me
to the words waiting inside

The cavernous organ where words
coalesce and convalesce, unearthing
phrases yet unspoken and thoughts
undisclosed…our song—my song and
your song, two favorites written and
recorded as night stretches unending

And I listen as
our song weaves together
a lazy, loving ballad
telling tales of both
now and forever

So let’s listen to the stories
we hear in our heartbeats
as our pulses race and soar,
aching to synchronize beneath
the moon’s glow as

We let the world fall away,
disappear into the flowing of
our music, the lovely lyrics
we both create with a speechless
intensity as the climax approaches,
clamoring deep inside of us, hearts
screaming—emotional hemorrhaging
coinciding with the song
we never want to end…