Adagio blood thrums lightly
Through me in a minuet of melody.
Legato breath flows with swelling
Expression to sweep up the libretto.
Music is not just my passion,
My life, it is me, as alive
In my soul as fantasia's waltz
That spirals into my overture.
The serenade of thrilling notes
Touch and caress parts of me
That no lover has known, loving
Refrains of melancholy and delight.
Thoughts dance through my mind
In a vibrant masque, intricate
Threads of counterpoint that entwine
And fight for dominance and harmony.
For me, maestro time does not tick
Or fly, but glides a regal pavane
Of modal tones and chromatic steps
That build to a final, perfect cadence.
Through me in a minuet of melody.
Legato breath flows with swelling
Expression to sweep up the libretto.
Music is not just my passion,
My life, it is me, as alive
In my soul as fantasia's waltz
That spirals into my overture.
The serenade of thrilling notes
Touch and caress parts of me
That no lover has known, loving
Refrains of melancholy and delight.
Thoughts dance through my mind
In a vibrant masque, intricate
Threads of counterpoint that entwine
And fight for dominance and harmony.
For me, maestro time does not tick
Or fly, but glides a regal pavane
Of modal tones and chromatic steps
That build to a final, perfect cadence.
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