our symphony

our bittersweet symphony.

no, I assure you

I have no higher purpose

than to serve you

I am but the bass

to your symphony

I keep you in rhythm, 

but you are the violin

you are what matters most 

I play the best out of my part

for you, I've practiced it for ages

but somehow, you're always

still a bit off the beat

no, I have no other meaning

I am subordinate to you,

and it kills me to face

that I'll never know what it's like

to be loved by you

I'll never know what it means

to be yours, because

for now, I'm simply here

to keep your bed warm and full--

to satisfy you when the lights are out

At least in those brief moments,

I am the violin in our symphony.

I shine and for once

you look to me as if we were

one and the same

It's when dawn shines

though the skinny pine trees

in staggering knives of light,

that I become once again

your bass, hollow as can be

nothing but noise to accompany your beauty

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Great piece of work! The comparison is a really good one to use and
you described the parts played in there rolls very well, this is a gem!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Calliope]

I love this: the comparison of a relationship to a symphony is a beautiful and accurate one. (Have you ever heard the line, "tonight your body is a symphony, and I'm conducting," by the way? It just slipped into my mind, reading this..) Brilliant work!

[Matt]

My favorite one so far. Keep it coming.

[Moebia]

Thank you for your kindness!