Sympathetic Vibrations
If music is your mantra, then improvisation is my soul, dancing on the strings of your eternal lyre.
If rhythm is your trance, then my heartbeat is romance, swaying capriciously, we have nothing left to chance.
Like the vibrating string settling on a sound, and me, honing to be near it, that fundamental tone of your infallible human spirit.
And we danced the dance in a circle so divine, that our souls became the very part of the rhythm and the rhyme.
In a sympathetic vibration, the downbeat became steady, while the upbeat became ready, for a movement so designed, for a moment so sublime, that I became yours and you became mine.
