Quiet, light rhythm as of drums,
Beating; the beginning of the song.
The soul becomes one with the beat,
Following an invisible pied piper.
Now, with the drums, intones a melody,
Light and gentle yet the foundation
For the music composed from within.
Flowing, yet silent waves twinkle, though
Not to the body, but to the inner soul.
Newer, more perfect, more beautiful
Streams continue to into with the first,
Producing a heart overflowing with
Emotionally, crystal perfect composition.
All cannot hear this splendid music
For only twin souls connected forever
Can comprehend and hear this
Music of the soul, of love, from within.
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