An empty world he roamed in rhythm-less strides.
A world full of noise and void of melody
Where the cacophonous beat their drums.
At last a single, sonic signal broke in counterpoint.
Pianissimo was her note that pierced through.
Gentle. Graceful. So grand to hear. To behold.
Her timbre was dulcet. Her tempo was sweeping.
In time to start keeping he did sway and dance
To the metre and magical crescendo of chance.
With voice full of life he did lend to share
Until, everywhere, harmony surrounded
Twined hearts that held tight and sang
To give thanks and to keep love alive.
© Brandewulf 2017