Quatrains: liberated

Our friendship was composed

long

before we ever realized.

A

slow                  jazz

ballad

of

too-needy-virtuosos,

                                                       slightly off

key.

We played with muted

sharps     and      flats

aching

to find more … natural tones.

Pizz.i.cat.oed. pain

strung-our-trebles-together.

Chords of truth

                          played

                                                                         in a key of understanding

                                                                                                                crescendoed

nearly to a crest of love,

but we pulled back …

letting our duet …

                                           ritard.

Your legato wholes

intertwined with

my syncopated halves

creating

a melancholy cadenza - neither led.

Contrasting melodies,

we meet at

arpeggio bridges.

Apart        we’re             sound.

Together song.

~2001