Her fluid beauty drew him to her,
a musician free and fair.
Her ringing laugh a clear sign,
he'd lost his heart to her.
His heart swam,
in turbulent harmony.
Wooing her,
with soul music,
and bloodied fingers.
She ridiculed him.
Twirled him on her fingers.
Flirted till he despaired,
each gesture a discord.
Then one day,
on his highest note,
She finally danced
to his tune.
In an overture
of rhythm.
They communed
to be one.
In her envelop
his notes went awry.
Harmony melted,
in her embrace.
Every touch,
weakened him
Rousing rabble,
in his heart.
Her kisses devoured
his being's symphony.
Such was the cacophony,
of their union.
That the plectrum
now useless to him.
He had his muse yet his music,
faded slowly away.
He realised love came,
but with strings attached.