You are my symphony br resounding in my head br Each passage of a minute br conducts a minuet, and I br close my eyes to absorb you br I let you echo through my mind br your smile is a trumpet br bright and brilliant br carrying the melody br Your eyes softly chime in br a distant harmony, plucked br on the lightest of harp strings br Your soul, the one I know br so well, plays the deep br trombone as br a haunting aria br builds from the tentative br violin strings of memory br Each crescendo and br each decrescendo br takes my breath away br as I am captivated by the br impossible beauty br of this ever-unfolding reality br As a high, light flute br holds out the last note of hope br echoing hauntingly in br the silent room, my br eyes fill with tears.