I burn, I toss and turn, I rise
Overwhelmed with feelings words can't describe
The gush, at bay, can't keep anymore.

Eyes ~ they shut tightly and
Lips ~ some notes they sing, compose
Waves lash on a tense brow's coast as...

The Bow slides gently into my hand
Held firm by a thumb, a finger or two
Head rising high as the other hand spreads...

Its fingers upon strings of her soul.
Making complete two incomplete halves
Her neck rests softly beneath my own.

She becomes the instrument of my emotions.
Notes flow from her very essence and
The touch of a simple melody we feel.

Hands ~ they slide, they glide; neither fast nor slow
Keeping a hard found rhythm, so simply.
Memories of bitter pasts disappear...

Times of terse exchanges we forget
In this the flowing of so much passion
Is concieved a child ~ a Symphony.