Within its lilting melody
our lonely hearts find remedy
to fight the quiet solitude.
Its song is meant not to intrude
but comes to meet an urgent need.
Where treble clef and bass succeed
in climbing up and down the scales,
we hear the notes that love entails.
The thumping of a heartbeat’s drum,
an old guitar’s romantic strum,
and whimsy from a trombone’s slide
all play along when love’s inside.
Of course, at times the sound is sharp
as cupid’s fingers miss the harp.
When what we hear is found untrue,
the key of love is b-flat blue.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 2/1/15 post at the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild to write about the sound of love.