Making Music
Like the strumming of a
guitar
Or in the tickling of
ivory keys
Fingertips trailing
across skin
Strike the chords
Expressed in indrawn
breaths
Low moans
Soft sighs
Entire symphonies are
played out
Words are sung in arias
And chanted in cadence
While hearts as drums
Beat out the rhythm
A graceful adagio
Gradually increasing in
tempo
As music and lyrics come
together
Reaching a crescendo
Of melodious passion
In the music made by two
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