Until the Orchestra Stops Playing
When love was young we barely heard the overture..
So wildly gentle were we in our race to clasp each other.
Hands tentatively touching, lips barely brushing
in anticipation of the lyrical composition being composed.
As the intermezzo struck up we were learning our steps..
More confident now and each learning to take the lead
Yet remaining in hold we tentatively negotiate the floor
and allow the music to enter our souls, dictating the rhythm
The Finale approaching we prepare for a final flourish.
So much behind us- yet with the best still to come.
Steps in synch we seamlessly glide together always,
astounding onlookers with the skill our love has developed.
Too soon the curtains are trembling for closure,
but the audience rise demanding an ‘Encore’…
Smiling through eyes brimming with love, we take our place centre stage,
and will continue our dance until the orchestra stops playing.
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so beautiful Lodigiana and such a simple way of expressing the phases of love! great stuff! xx
Hey LODIGIANA!!.....beautifully chosen words adding an eloquence to the dance itself gives its entirety a graceful foundation to build on.,. and with 'Overture' in the first 'Intermezzo' in the second, Finale in the third, and 'Encore' in the final stanza you create a VERY moving continuity to the whole!!.....PINNED!.....well done dear poet sister...... Bravo!! ♥.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?✳✴☀♥???
such lovely comments coming from the Man of Music himself - I am honoured kind friend! Thank you so much xxx
Lodigiana
My Dear Lodigiana,
The band plays on, in the "Marathon of Life"
Their music we dance to through all the scores
But eventually, the music stops
And we take our final bow
Love,
Larry xxx
Ah Larry if music be the food of love .....we would want a banquet! Thank you so much I just love your poem dear friend ! xxx
Lodigiana