Your guitar
echoed over the ocean,
the melody you played
slow and beautiful,
timeless and flowing
like the small waves,
working slow magic,
only to vanish
with an essence of shore,
of time,
of us,
drawn to your music
for a brief and lively
dance,
waving farewell
in whitecap
whispers,
and you opened
your eyes
to find mine,
crossing the bridge to your heart’s chorus,
singing the harmony to your life,
and composing our love,
the song
that only stops,
but never ends.
