Adoration Against Music
A staff, a clef, a few transcending chords
Hit the right key and I'll watch you cry
Black ink traces your melody
Keeping track of sharps and flats,
Careful not to slip over the
pianos you whisper.
Major major major minor ;
a tear rolls down your cheek.
I've found your harmony a beat too soon
Your eyes are all that shines through.
Forte pressing against my chest;
Forte forte forte … and force
Piano, soft… fragile music
In tune with the wind of my breath.
You and I, a subtle symphony
When, intertwined, attempt perfection.