You conduct the soundtrack of my desire

like Walt illustrated Beethoven and Mozart

in Fantasia. Always getting the arc and

height of my crescendos just right.

You can follow my melody and harmony

into the soft lull of a decrescendo.

You know when to slow the tempo and

allow the colors of my chords to permeate

the air like dew. You dance in time with my

heart. Only a tango can match the passion

That swells within me. Together we fall

Into the midnight serenades of an oboe.

Just as we’ve painted a pastel canvas of

Tranquility and stability you crash against

The timpani and wake the sleeping

Violinists. They’ve fallen to dreaming

And outer-body wandering while listening

To the careful fluctuations of their own vibrato.

Sprightly piccolos chirp like springtime

Songstresses before taking flight to join the

The deep blues and indigoes of the flutes

and clarinets. The baton seems possessed

by the score and dances wildly before your

hypnotized and haunting eyes.

The sands of divine inspiration and the

Mists of reincarnation surround you. The horns

Send a wave crashing against my mind and

The cellos chase drops of water racing down

My insides like murmured musical manifestations.

A trombone slides itself into one of the

Ghosts from my past and pants of a sad

Solo that suggests jazz. The string bass

Bounces into a duet. A most regal

Shade of blue illuminates our shadows.

Dainty harp strings send rose petals

Cascading out of my eyes and onto the

Entire ensemble. A baritone player blows

A haughty howl that swells from the back

And my choir and I rise. We float on the

Cacophony of sound, in robes of the dead.

Stars surge in your mouth and spill

Out onto the orchestra of my

Four-chambered organ. Entire galaxies

Fill the audience and demigods, goddess,

And deities lay half-awake and half-stoned

In the wings. Traces of romance and lust

Stain their lips. We enter our final measures.

You strike mighty earthquakes of motion

As you conduct an artful apocalypse. My choir

Throws down its robes and moans of truth.

We race towards the last chord with speed

That shocks my system and forces yet-unborn

Stars into blazing life. At the final chord we

Build pyramids, castles and planets with the

Magnitude of our sound. A tear falls from

my cheek and silences all. My sad smile

eclipses the sun and we disappear in blackness.