When you meet a musician, noise is expected
Screaming and echoes and strings
But the world falls quiet, sweet rest interjected
No strobe lights, no reverb, no rings

When you meet a musician, you learn his language
Lips speaking in call and response
For the dissonance in him, you wish to vanquish
Two soloists merging at once

When you meet a musician, you listen intently
He'll study your woodwork and frame
Movements and measures and tuning you gently
'Til the song of your tongue is his name

When you love a musician, you mind his tempo
For the heart connects straight to the ears
Some days played in grave, and some in allegro
His murmurs, like hymns, quell your fears

When you love a musician, your soul is sheet music
He reads you in notes flat and sharp
Pitches and rhythms and moonlit verses
Silent melodies, for him, you'll impart

When you love a musician, he is your composer
Fretting your future, resolving your past
Keys and tremolos, to gift you some closure
Life's minor to major at last

When you lose a musician, the world is too quiet
Sudden halt in the symphony of your soul
And now you wish only for his chorus, a riot
His harmony is all that you know

When you lose a musician, you lose your conductor
A sobbing requiem as you deplete
Anguished interval, paused, without its instructor
Heart still, without him to direct its beats

When you lose a musician, you beg for reprise
For without him, the ballad's all wrong
There is a serenade, locked deep within his eyes
And you'd give anything to hear his song

When you find your musician, again he will say
Your name, like a waltz, in its rhyme
And long is forgotten, each lonely day
As your heart beats along, triple time

When you find your musician, he will transpose
Your pain, like it never existed
Your body a chord, that only he knows
For his touch cannot be resisted

When you find your musician, and you will once more
He'll count your breaths, as his metronome
To hear the song of your voice, set his guitar to the floor
And at last, you will know... you are home