Do You Hear

do you hear the music
in these words  
the melody in phases  
each word a note  
on an ethereal major scale  
stanzas become movements  
the symphony of poetry  
discordant or pure  
music to my ears  
I sing you a love song  
hidden inside this poem  
the ink my heart  
the quill my bones  
the rhythm and rhyme in time  
with the pulsing of my blood  
do you hear the music  
and all my love  
deep within my prose