You are the music of my heart,

Each beat mistaken for a murmur,

By every tone-deaf stethoscope,

But I hear the melody.

Your tuning harmonizes with mine,

Making the very scales jealous,

Of our song; the quarter and,

Half notes lifting off each sheet.

The bass of your vascular organ,

Speaks to my clef; the treble chambers,

In my heart pump along to the sound,

Of our very own cardio symphony.