like a single flute echoing
through a silent theatre
sweet, soft, serene
so quiet it's almost unnoticeable
a kiss, so gentle, so fresh
with undertones of passion
and desire for the moment
is the staff on which the ballad
of our love will be composed
then the music hastens,
more horns, drums and strings
start to wail with increasing sensuality
our lips, no longer simply touching,
force the fire from our hearts
that no amount of interference
could extinguish, to share forever, for eternity
the full orchestra screams in ecstasy
seeming to share in our passion
a blazing note sounds and freezes
as if in unbearable anticipation
of the inevitable, intimate climax
then, a sudden chilling still
a gentle fulfillment
a beautiful chord
fade to silence
