Inamorata

My love, Music, and why it is my love.

It is my life, my breath, my paramour.
It is the night that envelopes me,
and the grace that embraces me.
It is the light from the window
that is beaming a smile to my heart.
It is the playful nature of my sarcastic remarks.

My sweet, my dearest, my inamorata,
my music, my  consuming passion,
Here I am now, lead to this labyrinth
with a star in my pocket, and my gaze set forth.
One day I'll make the heavens cry
lifting my voice, my gift, from the Rabboni.