The music we make together is a little off-key
Eerily beautiful one moment,
a screeching halting mess the next
It's hard to tell who is leading this dance
or how the bridge goes
All I know is that this trance is temporary
it fades in and out of focus in time with the beat
Showing me little glimpses of serenity and reality
in alternating fevered pitch
Your voice is stunning and annoying all at once
My range everything and nothing
The meter tilts and lilts and whirls around us
asking for a penance we can't pay
or don't want to