Staccato, stentato
Erratic and eager
My soul steps out of time, discordant
the rhythm unlike anything I've felt before
Tremolo, scherzando
Keeping quiet in the shadows while
my heart beats to a different tempo, seeking
to match yours in the hidden unknown
Sotto, lento, poco a poco
Stolen moments, questions hanging
in the silence, hands grazing, in the fragile
creation of a new beginning
Serenata, un duetto
Composing in the heartsong of two
never heard before, harmonious
the end as yet
unwritten
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