It Is All About What You Love

Music is your love
and that's noteworthy
because when you're with me
your rhythm flows forever
and keeps me going

You look at me like
I'm all that matters
and the melody you play
runs up my spine

You touch me
and I shiver
as if you're playing the harmony
down my arm

Your hand brushes my neck
and my heart skips a beat
because it can't wait
for what comes after the
rest

And in the end
all the bad disappears
because the passion
erupts
as the music
washes over us.

Love Cannot Compare

The melody rolls from my finger tips


The harmony ripples from my lips
          to the butterflies in my stomach
          to the chills down my spine
          to the waves of sound across my tongue
          to the passion in the clench of my fist


Four parts for three words
because music
speaks the words
that
love cannot.