Your sweet golden notes penetrate my soul.
They strike life's tone-deaf bowl
of plaintive tunes, and replay
inaudible sounds by injecting a warm dose
of chords as an amorous goal.
Let who will condemn, we sing life our way.
Yet bittersweet, but one day
this chorus of repeated
yearning will vocalise loudly and relay
unfinished music for life to play.
When fleshed, ardent desire will be sated.
Destiny's fire will have abated
off-beat keys, complete and bonded
forever we will harmonise then, created
the better for having waited.
this is a heavenly piece..