Maestro: My first spoken word.
I dream you every night, my virtuoso love.
You slide into my operatic soul
conducting my secret symphonies
a sheet shared only with you.
Bouts, neck, ribs and cords played sweetly, lovingly
by lips, tongue and fingers refined
till clusters spill o'er my pages.
Baritonal growls stir dynamics
orchestrating my acappella sighs
a celestial aria I become.
I worship you
Tenor of my heart.
A once dirge performance honored by renaissance
prelude musing peace to my soprano cries
an arrangement once lived
in quiet desperation.
Our chamber interlude
brought to glorious heaving cadence
to a finale
by a motif themed of love.
©2009TammyHendrix
recorded 2011