Symphony

My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take.

Violins hum when I open my eyes.

And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf

So all I can see is you

In all your simple beauty.

Your fingertips play little bells on my skin.

The symphony that surrounds you is so delicate and pure.

While mine is bold.

But when I am near you, and our songs combine,

It leaves me breathless.

There is no need for words, though.

I just listen.