Sun rays beam

funky sounds of music

being played and made

fill both up and down stairs

I wondered for months

how it would feel to be

that string, key, and note

You connect with music

the way two people fall in love

Lately it seems

your favorite instrument has changed

from woodwinds to brown skin

Strumming me gently

Humming me in perfect pitch

Placing your fingertips with such precision

Striking all my chords

Breathing me with fluidity

We chill and listen to some tracks

Our arguments, the riffs

Our conversations, the verses

Our laughter, the choruses

Our lovemaking, the crescendos

We, counterpoints

Us, the score