I'd know her every soft touch
I could tell when she was sad
her rhythms would tie in to my heart
she'd take me to that place
take me into myself
dance with me
let me go
escape
if music was woman
if her soft spoken voice
noise was all in her body
I'd know
love made
in passion
first dawn light
in through a window
sunday morning
with a bass line pushing back shadow
vibrations at the touch of her skin
with melody pushing up
gazing into her eyes
stroking her hair
If music was a woman you would have a mistress
No, my darling, if music was a woman you would just be a fling.
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