The timpani beats low the race of my heart,
The cellos play sweaping landscapes of your face,
The clarinet a soft whisper of your breathe in my ear,
The bassoon hums a prelude of your attitude,
The bass plucks my heartstring,
The saxophone a seductive cry,
The flutes a sweet chirping of blissful ignorance,
The oboe a lullaby of lies,
The violas repeat the liet motif of your game,
The brass give a Fanfare of my deceit,
The violins weap of my grief of the movements unplayed,
In the symphony of our love.
