Composed By Our Love

. Softly the keys find a resonance pure, softly adrift o’er a metronome stream, adrift past the harmonies, three quarter time, past dreamers and slumbering chords shimmered gleam, where dreamers all long to caress what is heard, all feeling vibrato on breezes a’ mist, feeling the music ‘pon moonbeams of time to capture the tune a pianist hath kissed, a tune from the heart beating tempos of joy, from deep down inside to the edge of the scale, deep in a place that shall find no return, lost in a breath of crescendo’s exhale, a beautiful euphony born of desire, a beautiful opus descends from above, an opus of sensual echoes to feast, of love songs, melodic, composed by our love I was challenged to write a poem about a piano player using the poetic form Serpentine. It is where each line begins and ends with the same word but each line feeds into the next in order to keep the serpent like movement going. I thought I would pop in and share this with you. Oh...Hi, it has been a while. : )