Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Making Music

Like the strumming of a guitar
Or in the tickling of ivory keys
Fingertips trailing across skin
Strike the chords
Expressed in indrawn breaths
Low moans
Soft sighs
Entire symphonies are played out
Words are sung in arias
And chanted in cadence
While hearts as drums
Beat out the rhythm
A graceful adagio
Gradually increasing in tempo
As music and lyrics come together
Reaching a crescendo
Of melodious passion
In the music made by two