Harmony
A coming together. Notes, Keys, Chords.
Whatever instrument. Flutes, Bells, Violins.
A raising of voices. Alto, soprano, Bass.
Even silence.
A coming together. Words, Pictures, Sounds.
A blend. Tastes, Feel, Smells.
A calming touch to a festered soul, a word of praise to a yearning child. A warm hug to a grieving mother. A pay slip to a working father. A mother’s breast to a hungry child.
A balance. Excellent, Bad, Average.
A class system. Rich, Poor, Mediocre.
Emotions. Happy, Sad, Indifferent.
A balance. Good, Evil, Morally unsure.
The tides. Push, Pull, Calm.
Biology. A woman’s curve to a man’s solid frame.
Chemistry. Her estrogen to his testosterone.
You are my harmony. The smile to my scowl. The sanity to my madness. The yin to my yang. My music
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