the gift of song

You played sweetly the night before
Gently the melodies embraced the heavens
Serenading the moons of us
We surrendering to all we know
In pure delight
As you strung the strings
The beauty of passions did bring
For my nightingale sang
Like of joy’s fountain\
You played sweetly in ways ever sure
That I will be the lyrics of your music
The gift of your song
Your composition belong
The splendor of the notes
Had no where been found
But in the gratefulness of our love
Did you play …..