Tacenda

Music of the Heart

You play the ridges of my spine like piano keys

Every touch making me go weak at the knees

The light bending across the curves of your silhouette

Releasing into the air, a delicate minuet

Carefully traced music notes begin to blur

Their black ink drips onto our skin making the song slur

Plucking at my heartstrings with your fingers

My chest bursting with the voices of one hundred choir singers

As sustained notes cause dwindling air

Desperate breaths we combine and share

Your heartbeat ricocheting off of my own

Two bass drums thumping together to make one thunderous tone

The music swells as time slows

We melt into the sheet music starting to doze

Your soul a tenor and mine soprano

Soft and slow, ending in a sleepy adagio