I read music in your eyes,
Delicate chorale filled your voice,
The melody of your soul,
Breathed hymn into my life;

Each movement measured note by note,
Dancing fingers played across my keys,
‘Twas not a symphony filled the silence,
But a quartet caressing strings;

Hosannas rose into the night,
Angelic host proclaimed,
Cantata filled my ears,
Notes kissed me in refrain;

No interval could unpair us,
Nor dissonance render harsh,
The canon of desire played,
Crescendo in each march;

And when the ruby of your lips
Pressed love’s red blush to mine,
Tympani’s thrumming pulsing beat,
Marked two hearts beating side by side in time.