I set my fingers out across your locks as a clef.
A duet played on a whim and refined evermore.
Valves fluttering semiquaver.
The pianissimo echoes around every audience of my thoughts.
All my strings are strung to you.
I am pitch and you are harmony.
We ink and note the joy of two staves accolade.
This peace we’ve played together shall be played again, one day for new lovers of old and old lovers renew.
That day our melody will be a love fermata until time is as breathless as I am in your arms.
-M
