As your fingers trip the ivories,

My soul flutters on wings of love,

Like the sweetest heavenly angel,

Drifting down from above.

As the notes you play speak to me,

My heart it opens wide,

Like the gateway of a rainbow,

And your beauty comes inside.

The notes you play so sweetly,

Float softly around my heart,

My soul it drifts from note to note,

Savouring every part.

Your notes and chorded  emotion,

That were locked inside your heart,

Like a rising tide of passion,

You play the finest art.

And as I sit here listening,

Enraptured happy scenes,

Like the rising moon at midnight,

My soul sings with all your dreams.

You are...

Music to my soul.

By JulieAnne:)

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