soft, a melody plays
between two kindred souls and lovers.
depths yet to be plumbed,
fathomless, the mastery of composition
in a single word,
a single breath shared.
the symphony of souls united.
raise the bow to strings,
a harmony established, a sonnet of notes;
poetry in rhythm.
lift the instrument to lips,
the tale of passionate exchanges
in the simplicity of a song.
together, something beautiful conveyed
within each measure, something
inexplicable communicated.
duet of consequence,
and musicians of fate’s whims,
or could it be the music played
drawing one close to the other?
soft, the twilight beckons,
singing its own summons, the majestic
curtain call of ages.
whispered promises between
two lovers, depths yet to be plumbed
with each note they play.
