The sweetest thing begins with the guitar

Twangy and slow

Fingers supple on the strings

A song he has not known

The melody begins

Rhythm starts to flow 

I begin to fall into him

Under his fingers

He pulls with no relent

The horns start

Deep and strong like a man

I begin to feel the tears within

He exposes my soul

He touches, reaches in

Piercing depths so low

I begin to moan

Fingers on the piano keys

Deliberate and slow

He makes my body sing

Makes my insides glow

I begin to cry

In crescendo highs

The sweetest fever consumes me

The sweetest love 

I begin to know