a minuet with pizzicato strings;
I greet you breathless, hoping you will stay.
We kiss in quiet measures, my heart sings,
our lips in thrilling tremolo at play.
I pull the bow with boldness 'cross the bass,
violas answer sultry rhythm's strong.
The second movement finds us in our space,
with just us two on stage to play our song.
But now the cello sounds a solemn tone,
it echoes doubt, and burns inside the soul.
A frenzied pace, a fear to be alone,
crescendoed spirals longing to extol.
The orchestra's let loose its final sound,
yet music will return when love is found.
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