just a fleeting murmur on the wind
an ethereal note from some distant memory
the heart leaps into a staccato rhythm
and promises forever in a single chord
a unique and distinctive symphony
that fills the emptiness with the tones of creation
and ushers forth a new universe
in the space between two conjoined souls
there is no time, there is no space
there is only the music
an endless rhapsody of bliss
composed and conducted by love itself
Dick Millet 