The music formed by your hands,
the fingers trailing against,
the strings, the keyboard,
the light vibrations of the board

The soft murmur of your voice
as you place my fingers where they belong,
to create the sounds that you created,
the ones I've found I've never hated

The agreement, the compromise we've made,
of, you'll write the melody, I'll write the words
a bridge made of our everlasting chords

When we play together, there will never be,
a crack, a creak, or a squeak
though our melodies are worlds apart
I can tell you...
You've already captured my heart...