It Takes Two for a Duet

Each chord another soul string

Encompassing every sole thing

Inside me.

I haven’t known something

As tiring as loving.

There is only freedom

In my fingers

And blisters on my lips

From biting them each time you speak.

To think this started with music,

A broken reed, a broken heart,

A perfect melody.

To think this started with heartsick

Tears and misunderstandings.

There is only freedom

In my hands

And calluses made tough

From grasping yours each time I fell.

And now I’m soaring on a song,

My wings wrapped tightly around

A harmony.

And now I’m riding high along

The path of vivacious sound.

There is only freedom

In my arms

And bruises on my skin

From each time I’m brushed by reality… 

I've heard your symphonies speak clearly,

But through your eyes I see you fear me

Please tell me.

The cello tells of great sorrow

The piano cries out emotions.

There is only freedom

In my mind

And searching eyes

Trying to find what you're hiding from me

To think this started with music,

A perfect song, a perfect smile,

A perfect life.

To think this started when you picked

Me to be your friend.

There is only freedom

In my heart

And warmth toward society

From grasping your hand each time I fell.

And now I’m soaring on a song,

My wings wrapped tightly around

A harmony.

And now I’m riding high along

The path of vivacious sound.

There is only freedom

In my arms

And cheeks permenently pink

From each time I question reality…