In this instance, I may in fact say, that my ears do indeed taste.

And I speak on their behalf when I say, “How Sweet!”

For this simple pleasure to end I encourage no haste.

Lost am I in this abyss and so ever light am I on my feet.

I ask only where you come from, but you seem to have grown shy.

Though I am not fooled, I met you once before when you were quick and sharp.

A thing this beautiful could only have been a gift from the sky.

I only wish to know which angel it was who struck this harp.

I’m carried further and drawn deeper as each note has past.

In this language I am not fluent but every sound I comprehend.

I hold onto whole notes as they linger, for the four beats they last.

To my mind they go for personal translation, to my heart they then send.

You relate well as I replay past memories in my mind.

Instrumental alone, you perfectly describe hidden feelings, which leave my heart blistering.

Though you strike harshly, harmoniously you are so soft and ever kind.

If one knows not what I speak of then ask thyself, “Am I really listening?”