The Masterpiece

He pulls me into this masterpiece His cool breath whispers close and smooth like a symphony Music begins sending chills through me His voice is the movement of  which brings in the harmony of my deepest desires Becoming under his spell, I give myself to him, and we compose a song I can hear the orchestra heating their strings, our movements creating a high tempo This song it gives me lyrics A high in chaos of sounds Madness of notes that spill over the manuscript A masterpiece in which falls silent in the end While left alone humming a masterpiece, I wondered if this song could ever belong to its composer instead of leaving with its conductor.