Thoughts XVII

I swam the ocean tide
Came out the other side
But then I heard a sound

Was it a harpsichord I heard
Or a piano, played to please
Accompanied by violin
With horse’s hair to serve as strings
And cello at an octave low
Than viola in the symphony
So that the music streams and flows
And leaves them with an inner glow

That lasts through courtship –
So that – when – asked to wed
She says; “Of course –
I love you more than you could know”
As the symphony strikes up a chord.