You are my song.

The wind sings a lullaby.
Inspiration is gained from, the spiral staircase,
that twists and turns amongst the stars,
ultimately creating my being.

The sky voices a song.
Sang in harmony, with the birds and prey,
that create the beautiful chaos, I awake to everyday.

The rain belts an orchestra of chambermusic.
Nature is creating an ensamble of sounds, disassembled.
These sounds given to me,
to coreograph into the grand opus of my life.

Arrangement of this piece is at first glance, inconceivable.
I crave order, amongst this puzzle of life that I have been handed.

I actualize that, my song of life is near completion.

A composer is in my midst.
A conductor is slowly orchestrating this beautiful chaos,
into beautiful peace.

You are my composer,
my bringer of peace.
All that I bestow, you arrange it,
to design a masterpiece.

Yourself and I compose love inspired music.
A beautiful song, is all we create.

You are beautiful,
you are my song.