You, habitually become a singular thought,
Occupy the entire mind,
In monotonous enquiries of this aching heart,
Cadence of music begins to rise.

Every heart presumably is,
A lyre of many strings,
Sentiments for which compose,
It's songs of myriad lyrics.

When did you write music in me
These refrains, ringing clear?
Audible flowing notes,
Vibrate in ether.

You must've written these lovers' tunes,
When your hand on my bare chest lay,
In depths of sleep your fingers twitched,
Their rhythms carelessly played.

This aloneness is burdensome,
Opposed to synergy of one,
Sensation seems stagnating in,
This maudlin probation!

Your touch was exquisite signature,
For lifetime a throbbing pulse,
You were sweet melody, I surmise,
Resonating emotion amplifies.

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