Can You Hear It

Can you hear it in the air, the music that is everywhere? And did you never know the lyric of a cloudless sky? The resonance from every hill awakes a sleeping daffodil. The beat is like your heart, for love is a musician too. Tenderly a perfumed breeze, a melody beneath the trees, is wafting like desire, the pulsing of a lover's breath. And we may touch the rhapsody, a sweet duet in harmony, or we might lose the key, the moment will not come again. Then darkest ballads bid adieu, the saddest sound I ever knew, and on the final downbeat, love dies to stark silence.