Your heart is an instrument of love
The vessel with which my light travels
The chord that brings my soul to life
The source that turns energy into matter.
Your eyes are the strings of a violin
That flicker when struck by the bow
That entice with their sweet, wicked melody
That dissolve my body in one sweeping flow.
Your fingers are the keys of a piano
That rhythmically pound my tone-deaf skin
That conduct a full-scaled musical
That fill my flesh with the sweetest sin.
Your lips, oh, your lips conduct the band
That bring to life all the instruments
That set aflame with a gentle kiss
The fiery passion burning deep within.
Beats and rhythms, pulses and tones
A look, a touch, a heart without mercy
Instruments of love playing me until the end
A solid performance, no need to curtsy.
