The Gift

My love is pouring out of my pen,
The rocking smoothness of this feeling,
My heart never tires of it,
The crying of the keys,
The softness of the drums,
The squeal now of the highter notes,
Against the steady dark beat of the lower ones,
Blending in to become a lovely contradiction,
They are as waves in the ocean,
One going this way,the other back,
Still standing out among the glittering mass,
The music breaking my heart in a good way,
Such a powerful,gentle,and savage gift,
Encompassing all the emotions we can hold.