Music

If every day
Was a piano piece,
You are the treble clef
That starts the mornings
And the double bar-line
That end the nights.

You are the common time
That keeps poems in rhyme,
The sharp and flat keys
That free expressions entirely.

If every hour appears
As a note on the scales,
You are the one and only slur
That strings time together.

And if days were melodies
And moods were harmonies,
You are the majors
To the minors,
Warming the cold river.

You are the keys
To the piano
That harmonizes symphonies,
Making music flow
Through to melt the snow.

You are the melodies in the starry skies,
You are the music of the sun rise…