You are the music of my heart,
Each beat mistaken for a murmur,
By every tone-deaf stethoscope,
But I hear the melody.
Your tuning harmonizes with mine,
Making the very scales jealous,
Of our song; the quarter and,
Half notes lifting off each sheet.
The bass of your vascular organ,
Speaks to my clef; the treble chambers,
In my heart pump along to the sound,
Of our very own cardio symphony.