The chords evoke the opening
I'll look for you, you for me
to find our hands met in the sound
intentions same as souls consort.
This is not a romantic quest
Cupid's arrows do fall somewhere else
instead I look for common ground
seeking comfort in the sound's surround.
I'll admit I've danced before
perhaps you have, it matters not
what came before had its time
the good and bad and the sublime.
To hold you close is not enough
to know your mind is my desire
to view emotions you hold close
words are shared as I rejoice.
Into your arms I've finally stepped
a void is no more in my heart
to be filled by close consort
to be led by whispers sought.
Connections made where space once was
emptiness that we longed to fill
to another dance we’ll now meet
the chords invite our joined repeat.
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