Your Melody

If you were a melody,
you would be a gentle piano solo.
Each note would be caressed by another's fingers with care.
Just as soft rain embraces the shingles of homes
Or how the cool wind dances upon smiling cheeks.

If you were a melody,
Your chords would be distinct, a sweet tender cry of affection.
Your hands soft, soothing out all bumps and ridges
leaving me with a lustful addiction.

If you were a melody,
You would be a grand piano
shining in the spotlight of a dimmed theater.
The strings echoing off the walls, a faint echo heard for miles.
Drawing those around to admire your exquisite nature.
A soft murmur of human voice forming from your mouth and tongue,
blanketed by the rhythm of simple rain on the rooftop.

If you were a melody,
you could not be expressed in lyrics or voice, but rather by chords and keys.
Music is a fourth dimension
Words boxed up in entirety, no need for spoken admiration.

If you were a melody,
You would be the piano keys pounding at 3:00 AM searching for a purpose, each finger crossing over with no specific direction.
Daring and bold, but also quiet and humble.

If you were a melody,
You would teach others how to love again.
Arguments and wrong doings would evaporate like morning dew.
Older couples would dance to your soft tune.
Swaying back and forth with locked fingers while reminiscing of the youthful days.

If you were a melody, you would be a gentle piano solo,
continuously played on repeat.

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