One Morning's Rehearsal

As if you've been playing all these years,
life flows from your fingers.
When you lift a violin to your shoulder,
you take the bow on a journey
across the strings.
The baton raises in my head,
and my inner orchestra accompanies you.
 
“Moonlight Sonata” runs in your veins,
flats and sharps mix with your blood
and lend your heart its beat.
While I take in mere oxygen
you inhale a cadence
and lurch into an adagio waltz.
 
I'll test your tempo
and run away with the melody:
a dolce dance of
violin, viola
as a symphony joins in my head,
rising in a grand crescendo,
while you sweep the solo
off the page
like leaves in an autumn breeze . . .