Where notations meet words,
Instruments meet a voice.
Where the strings meet a pen,
And where a melody meets a rhyme.
That is where I meet you.
I was just a scribble and you, an unfinished piece.
We started Grave, a sort of free verse.
Moving into Adagio,
Dsylexia turning into a Hyperlexia.
A hypnotic incantation.
We further moved to an andante, with something much more than just language.
With every swish of the baton, we frolicked in unison,
Something even a spoken word can’t manage.
We never even realised how we moved into allegro,
With words dancing along about the cadence.
I am legible and you are much more finished.
Echoes seemed to have found a source and Anagrams have been unpuzzled.
It is a Syncopated Metamorphism.
A minuet that never ceases,
With dancing, incessant.
Entwined in the movements (moments) of expressions and observations.
We are magic.
We are Fortissimo.