Concerto

Concerto

Romance me to the edge of moonlight

play me like a an old love song

 waltz my interlude of emotions

strum my heart strings 

but don't string me along

Sonatas fill desires soft

your lips whisper in gentle blows

like my maestro tend my needs

 set the music sheets a glow

Orchestrate my movements

my chords, yours to posses

play with all my gentle notes

my cymbals tremble I must confess

Make me sing crescendo's

loud like a trumpets scream

feel the tremors of the chords

a prelude to a dream

play accelerando' now

the music picks up speed

perhaps the last cadenza

will fulfill my aching need...

bj smith

aka shallimarRose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Masterpiece is a term that should be used with care, but I do believe you've penned a masterpiece here Rosebud...I LOVE poetry that equates music with lovemaking, especially classical, where strings are involved, and you've certainly pulled all the right strings of this reader...this poem takes the metaphor into incredible depths of romance and sensuality...I love this one :)

[shallimarRose]

:) thank you Steve... and thank you for the lovely gift.. huggs, Rose

[kublakhan27]

Always a pleasure Rosebud...glad you liked it :) xo

[Angi]

So good, Shaillimar! I loved the 'strum my strings but don't string me along' and the 'make me sing crescendo's...' lines so much. Angi~

[shallimarRose]

thank you Angi.. glad you enjoyed.. xo Rose

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's never too late and we are never too old for the feelings to arise...

and we play like an old love song...hell, i am an Old love song..

wicked good.

[shallimarRose]

Thanks Jacob you may have just given me an idea for my next poll... If you were an old song what song wold you be.. lol... always a pleasure to have you read here. xo Rose