Velvet chairs at the symphony
Our seats, first class to fantasy
I was lost, searching for my reflection in song
You were alone, awaiting the company of a pleasing melody
Our hands inched closer like teens at a movie
The soft echoes around us accompanied our show
A soundtrack full of crescendo and chord
Driving our motif with a musical force
Yet I couldn’t hear the violins or the harmony of horns
Only the dissonant sounds of our short phrases
The mismatched chorus we so desperately needed to fit
I pulled back and listened closer
Until I thought I heard the right note
Now the symphony was ours to play
No conductor, just me and you
Your metronome against mine
Rushing, racing time
We forced resolution, dampened wrong notes
We played for an audience of two
Our inharmonious song, our hostile intervals
Lost in the score, both alone once again
The velvet chairs at the symphony
Drifted farther and farther apart
And while our fingers stayed tangled, tied by sound
We wrote our symphony of dissonance
And some symphonies were meant to be left unplayed
