A Conversation

The subject of music began to unearth itself We dug deep into the lyrics of our favorite songs Words that inspire us and tell the stories our lives Even if the words are not our own I told him about a song that I wrote I was never good with words, he said The music always came easy Well we all speak in different languages, I replied But we smile just the same The words began to flow after that Painting pictures, writing music Music and words made love in my mind When I looked into his eyes Smells of roses and fine wine With this music we could write movements I thought But maybe some other time Right now it was just he and I The guests in the back talk about the latest crimes But tell me is it a crime to love Because I’m guilty on all counts He asked me to jam The music that emitted from our fingertips kissed the air we breathed When it was over he said, “We should do that again sometime.”