your fingers tickle the strings of the harp like it caresses my bare chest

the melody fills the air with ardour, turning the blood in my veins to wine uncontrollable

it makes my body shiver like an autumn leaf, feeling the warmth clash with the icy touch

you smile at me from the other end of the hall, your eyes calling me to be beside you, and rest.

you have never spoken to me, the delight of language snatched from your tongue

your voice a deep mystery, a gift unopened by the gods

yet through music and stares you speak, enchanting every listener

you give life to places the lips cannot, you make me thrive in pure love.