Mi Fughetta

In the blatant stall of summer’s blaze
Where willows dare not weep

The quiet symphony my soul plays

And into your heart should seep

Yet the metronome has been counting time

And maybe the rhythm’s not right

Just reset the crescendo’s descent and climb

A weeping willow’s blight

Then it’s all staccato and loud

Chasing you away

A brilliant roll of a thunderous cloud

The drummer has to play

Stellar as it seems

Magnificence does fall

The beauty of your heart’s surrender

To my love song after all

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