Conducted

How might one describe the music of love?

CONDUCTED.

I beg that you tune me in softly
For you are, in full confidence
The conductor of my soul
No more skilled fingers, in dexterity
May string me along
So my pitch is aroused to full volume
A crescendo to high heaven
That the passionate vibrato
Leaves me in strummed effect

And drum the base
So the throb enlivens a heart-beat
Trumpet, too, the brassy nature of love
This music, this emotions’ venue
Is high orchestrated
That it leaves no rhythm for a sad song
Rather the pounding is a rousing
Which has me in tune with the piper
And jazzes me along to a bluesy love

Now is this composition alive
As an arousal is stroked
Fluttering fingers of a piccolo player
Erect, a leading baton’s firm attention
A sensual variation on love’s theme
That is the vibrancy of clashing cymbals
And my soul is lifted, conducted
Heaven’s noise, a chorus of suggestion
And I love, to the beat of the music.