Beauty pounds, and strikes, and frowns,
Soft and moving, soft and loud.
The swells envelop, the souls entwine.
She swirls within us, rich and divine.

The holy need, bang and break,
Heart starts to tremble, shoulders shake.
She rises, filling the depths of dark.
Phrases forming, her perfect ark.

Gliding fingers, black and white,
The ear hears melody, the soul gains sight.
She grips your breath at the final call.
Moments, bang, scream and sore.

Beauty pound and strikes and frowns,
She’s soft and moving, soft and loud.