Music

by brin macnamara   Feb 8, 2005


You are the composer
The conductor of my heart
Standing on
the podium of my emotions.

Without you I am a piano
without keys.
Mute.
Tuneless.
A harp without strings:
An empty frame standing
alone in the orchestral pit of life.

For you are my viola,
And I am your beau.
With you I can lead.
Life is complete.

In tune.
Orchestrated.
Bach.
Mahler.
A Little Night Music...
Romance.. 'til the dawn.

x

(For AMB)

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