Mezzo-piano was the dynamic of her voice
As she stepped toward me with a tempo adagio slow
Of all of the records, she was my song of choice
For her lyrics I’d memorize; each stanza I’d know
My hands stretched in front of me and pulled her in at her hips
I could read the music notes that were tattooed on her lips
Left and right we swayed, under the twilight moon
Twirling on the sidewalks of a newborn June
Her cobalt eyes were trumpets, quietly playing the blues
While her heart was a string bass, keeping align with the beat
I listened to the melody of the instruments she would use
As she recites her cadenza with the swing of her feet
We synchronized our symphonies, allowing a harmony to blend
Whilst I wished for a thousand encores: a night that would never end
Captivated by the ensemble of her orchestral measure
I realized in that moment I had found a musical treasure
