Let there be Music

Let
There be music HE plays my skin with
fingersdripping
honey,whispering in my
ear.He
flirts with StradivariusIn the shadows of the rocky
hillsOf Beth
Sheba.Vibrations shatter the coldness
with the
sweet warmth of spring
time,when
rain kisses green grass and licks the purple from
lilacs.His voice is a haunting
likethe
beckoning of the snake,a mirage in the desert of
blood.He leaps
from nerve-endsand sparks fly brightly, fire blue
in spawn
of living water.The tree in Central
Park,given
with love and receivedidem ditto,glow as one million
firefliescaptured one summer
evening,a glass lantern to light us
throughthe misty fever
swamps.Play still softly my
heartand my
violins will sing our
song.