We are musical notes,

Drifting as waves

Through the air.

Each of us has a unique rhythm;

A different beat.

We are nothing more than melodies,

Penetrating the ears

Of those we love,

And your melody is beautiful.

It moves me across the floor,

As I dance.

Spinning and pirouetting,

Through voids of happiness.

Your breathing is the voice of bluebird,

Your heart is the gentle beating of drums,

Your ribs the strings of a guitar

And your eyes willful composers.

You're the melodious song,

I can't stop singing.