occupy one chair...
touching slightly
there is room for air
to move about
betwixt and between,
the musician master
is just unseen.
Someone plays upon the frets
a song that time can
let us forget
as we become such familiar folks
the romance is buried in layers of hopes,
layers of dissapointment,
sedimentary matters
harden upon us
and we lose our faith
that there is a music
playing upon us.
Sometimes it appears to be
we are just 2 hollow bodies
leaning at ease,
so comfortable in each others presence
that we've lost the music
that sustains our essence.
And then the day comes
when the air moves just so
the notes emerge
the music flows
and again, we remember...
that something divine
is plucking our strings
and making us shine,
because marriage is music.
A song about love
plays our hearts,
tunes our souls
so that even deaf ears
hear the joy that unfolds.
And hearts that lie under layers of silt
are moved by the player of strings,
melody soothes,
rhythm releases
notes and riffs fill empty creases
and couples
recall
they can dance.
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