Composition

She’s like a symphony of words, of chorus and chords,
Coursing, dripping with emotion and lust sweet to the ear,
Rich in texture with a sheer delectable kinetic resonance,
My mind goes blind with decadence and joyous cheer.
 
You might say it’s copacetic to hear her spoken expressions,
Her lilts, her inflections, her delivery can be completely magnetic,
Almost prophetic and wholly aesthetically pleasing to the seer,
The way it appears to slip from her lips it’s really quite poetic.
 
It’s almost like that elusive dream with an obtrusive theme,
An unseen or unheard of aural fixation that ignites the night,
A flight of harmonies which fill the senses with utter amazement,
Like beautiful, would be an understatement to describe her light.
 
She’s like a masterpiece of mystery and clandestine desires,
A fusion of choirs and portrayers assembled to play the play,
By the way each one carries their notes and individual parts,
There is an art to the entire composition that carries me away.