The eternal drums of the soul play a rhythm that is so unique
When it is silenced the whole world misses its sound.
The pitter patter of those drums can fit together with another.
They are joined in harmonious melody when fingers intwine and feet journey in stride.
The meter of this song changes day by day and
Grows louder as faith and hope are exchanged.
Once wholly joined the lose of one is death to the other.
No more music for the remaining,
Death becomes a welcome visitor,
Begged to come quickly.

I can hear it now as I walk the streets.
The sound of waiting,
The sound of hope and joy and
The tone that sings of wholeness.
Our world is layered with sounds waiting to be heard.
I have heard the symphony of lovers heart beats.
What can you hear?