Love And Music

Love is invisible, but the vehicles of love are visible
like trumpets, harps, drums, cymbals, kisses;
I say you are fortissimo and you go to work cantabile;
I touch you piano and you turn to me vivace.

Love takes in a whole spectrum of emotions,
and plays a tune to engage the audience
every now and then, as needed, before it
rampages off into a massive crashing diversion.

Love makes life worthwhile, and impossible;
such divergence of pluck, blow, strike, rhythmic
How can I know if it's right, other than it exists
and my world feels empty and barren without it.

Take me to the sea of loving scales where I will
leap like shining salmon arpeggios.