Melody Is His Name

As I hear his voice singing to me With his sweet songs, my heart Begins to melt. I continue to listen the lyrics within him to let me Hear behind the music. Each note he plays, is the memoirs of our intimacy. Each sounds he makes, is the response of love he utter to me. I pray that I don’t lose his tune. Without his harmony, my spirit would be torn separately by His absence. I want to hear him play his gentle everlasting songs For which I desire. Oh my melody, my love; the wind of my atmosphere, I beseech you to play and not to cease. Please play for me.