Your Music and My Song

 Lift the soul of my song to a spire,

Let it ride on the wings of your lyre;

Let each note of your melody bring,

Lilt and grace to my poetry's fling.

A song long been awaiting for you,

Aches to live and not fade in the blue;

It's a rhapsody wove in fine words,

Come, breathe ecstasy into the chords.

My song slept in my memory then,

Now, the symphony wakened again;

My song throbs with the strains of your heart,

When you strum your sweet music to start

Then your music and my song remain,

As you sing its undying refrain;

And will tenderly live in our dreams

Among angels' most beautiful hymns.