Lost Sonata

have we flipped the same number of pages? 
I think I see you there, stamped with fragments of each string of notation
the unsung plays aloud between every lyrical line
ringing my ears in a language of married chord and melody
i've wished always to express everything to musical perfection in all moments
to design audible landscapes in detail for the memory's eye
my hopeful hands continue sweeping the blacks and pressing on whites of solid consolation
we've been hearing my zealous sonata at unequal distances
and it sounds much stranger travelling across the water
I wonder if its truth carries over the clashing tides and wind-tossed billows
do my keyed rhythm of constancy and breathless voice of devotion sound clear to you? 
or do they drown and sink in an immense sea of interpretation
I swear it, I'll practice singing and playing every day if it means that your ear will come just a little closer
and carefully hear this lucid and resonant beauty that steadily chimes out in my head
painting pages upon pages of my love for you