The subject of music began to unearth itself
We dug deep into the lyrics of our favorite songs
Words that inspire us and tell the stories our lives
Even if the words are not our own
I told him about a song that I wrote
I was never good with words, he said
The music always came easy
Well we all speak in different languages, I replied
But we smile just the same
The words began to flow after that
Painting pictures, writing music
Music and words made love in my mind
When I looked into his eyes
Smells of roses and fine wine
With this music we could write movements I thought
But maybe some other time
Right now it was just he and I
The guests in the back talk about the latest crimes
But tell me is it a crime to love
Because I’m guilty on all counts
He asked me to jam
The music that emitted from our fingertips kissed the air we breathed
When it was over he said, “We should do that again sometime.”