Like you’ve been playing all these years
Life flows from your fingers.
When you lift a violin to your shoulder,
You take the bow on a journey
Across the strings.
The baton rises in my head
And my inner orchestra accompanies you.

Moonlight Sonata runs in your veins
As if flats and sharps mix with your blood
And lend your heart its beat.
While I take in mere oxygen
You inhale a cadence
And lurch into an adagio waltz.

I’ll test your tempo
And run away with the melody;
A dolce dance
Of violin, viola,
As a symphony joins in my head.
Rising in a grand crescendo,
While you sweep the solo
Off the page
Like leaves in an autumn breeze.