The
speaker to my soul,
Of
my soul.
That
talks when I have voice none.
The
listener when I need to cry,
And
the fuel of my joy.
Only
he can understand what I’m trying not to say.
To
sing it maybe.
All
the keys,
The
pitch,
Not
too high,
Not
too low.
Every
beat,
In
line with my heart
Beat,
In
a bit,
You
may see it,
With
your ears
Open
to what they say better
In
voices in straighter lines,
Than
the homophobe
Getting
into roles I wouldn’t have the chance to know
In
a world full of nothing but
Rhythm
and rhyme
Forgetfulness,
Of
sadness overstaying in thine heart
Or
happiness too short-lived
To win
over the feeling far away
From
my mate
Whose
heart knows no beat
But
the song I play
The
rest might come too soon,
Disrupt
all tunes known to me,
Perhaps
to him too
As
I lay my heart out
Open
to any music you play for me
With
me
In
harmony,
I
will skip over to your side,
Play
the keys,
Of
the piano
That
only you and I know
Bestowed
peace,
My
body will know,
As I
swing to the movement of my heart
To
the beat of your drum
All
strings,
Carefully
placed in your hands
Like
you are on my mind
Hold
me
Like
the cello
Loosely,
Yet
firm enough to play tunes
That
bring forth sweetness I have not known before
The
deepest of them all,
The
sound of your voice,
My
hip will swing,
My
feet I will tap,
At
the call of your flute,
The
struck of your violin,
My
shakers not too far,
I
am bound to enjoy this song.
Play
with me.
Sing
with me.
