Make Music with Me

A poem about musical love.

Make Music with Me

 

Every not,

Sparks a chord in my soul.

Every plucked heart string,

Makes me want to sing.

 

Our heartbeats set the tempo,

And for the longest time they’ve been beating slow.

But now this song’s starting to pick up the pace,

Because every time I see you my pulse starts to race.

 

When you fall asleep so close to me,

All I can hear is your soft breathing,

Like a chorus of soft-spoken violins,

Immersing me deeper in this tune.

 

Your laugh,

Is filled with the freedom of a flute.

Making me listen closer than ever to our song.

I’ll never forget our sound.

 

When I’m with anyone else,

Every note comes out flat.

The duet of you and me,

Is the only love-locked symphony that could make music this sweet.

 

If you’re classical,

Then I’m classic rock.

We make an odd pair to be sure,

                                  But please make music with me.