Making Music

the joy, the thrill, the exaltation

when all our harmonies are right

as we weave around each other

moving in and out, the tune delights

 

we change the key, we change the mood

the mysteries of the minor drop

all the wistfulness and beauty

that makes us conscious of our loss

 

you bring the chords to a crescendo

i swoop the violin above

circling in a spiral, upward,

a melody of endless love

 

now the music plays itself through us

this is not our composition

it is handed down in trust

as we open wide our hearts

 

faster still, with wild abandon,

played in perfect resolution

at last a passage strong and tender

ending on a single  note