The song you are composes me
in measures moved beyond all keys:

slow overtures
as strains arise

soft arias
of inward sighs

piano hands that dance and sway
as feelings lead their sweet ballet.

Such nocturnes
in one burning touch.

Unspoken lyrics
say so much.

Each sense attends its symphony.
Impulses ring with rhapsody.

The instants
jazz we improvise.

Duet of spirits

Our eyes perform a string quartet.
Their serenade shall not end yet.

Conductor, Love
cues every part.

You're instrumental
in this heart.

Instrumental © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: January 3, 2021