He planted in me a rhythm, added some time
splashed through my melody and together we rhymed
Right across the treble cleff into the bass
the boom and the snare you could see on my face
The theory had been applied
you could see he was musically inclined
Me up one side of the bar, then down the next
saving my crecendo for what was to be the rest
Of my love filled, scentillating song
and when he began to play it seemed he knew all along
The melody of mine would melt into a symphony
