notes in A Cappella

our song deserved an audience i suppose
you in the base, I in soprano
playing me smoothly like the keys on your grand piano
uhmmmm, a ballad with the most endearing falsetto.

i wrapped my strings round your auburn guitar
you were my minuet versed in G minor
my love for you ran up scales beyond measure
humming slow lullaby bars in iambic pentameter.

two notes cast in the most classic love theme
scripting images of our future accompanying us on the tambourine
baby, i loved you like the flute loves the soft breeze
my heart danced to your reggae beats blowing in the trees
you were the sweetest symphony i never had
till that day i found out our duo was actually a triad.

octaves pacing, organs racing in staccato
lives changing, morphing into totally different tempos
the choir grew loud, i could no longer ignore the voices
our business playing on the streets on malicious devices.

thought i'd change my style, started bellowing in alto
becoming a different person in this musical portfolio
but tragically our tune had already lost its rhythm
signs of lust and deceit plagued symptoms
chanted louder, tried to reach you through my microphone
but you were long gone before i even realised you were gone
for when i thought we were in harmony all along
after the final curtain drew,
i realised it was always a solo song.

the thing with my voice is that it sets you free
you could never out the flame burning inside me
now, i purr in a honey combed crested descant
surrounding myself with an orchestra of uplifting instruments
mellow tones with hints of neo-soul, trip and acid jazz
addictive glow and an even sexier pizazz
my flow grows with me on my lyrical cantata
as i perform my aria in a Capella

now i sing
la la la la la la la la laaaaaaaa.