Painfully Sweet & Pleasureably Sour (Chopin Nocturne - the revisit)

 
Obsessively and with compulsive care
I in disorderly fashion connect to the violin play
that once captured my spirit and basted it with
the marinate of sweet sounds and toasted notes.
  
In an hour, how many times, how many clicks of the
mouse to the replay circular arrow can I, did I make?
This piece brings me calm and pain and without the
afterglow of intimate love-making.
  
Still, so painfully sweet, my heart cannot break free
of her charms; it is as if I am bewitched.  And if
there be a sour note hear, it has to be from the
pleasure I gain in listening to my heart speak of a
time her heart touched us inside.
  
For me, the lament is that I am still woefully in
love with her and even without her words, her
wisdom and her zeal I am chained to her sweet and
sour mix and need only a touch of painful pleasure
to consummate the Feel.