Your heart beats
Next to mine
Every night
Another world
I cannot enter
For fear of losing
The rhythm of
My own beating drum.
I hear your beat
And often I will dance
Keeping time
Allowing myself to
Become consumed
With its force and drive.
Other times I defy its call
Afraid to embrace its
Dominant bass
Wanting to play a solo line
Needing the silence
Of my own unknown song.
I have handed back your heart
Not because I will never use it again
And not because it is not needed.
I give it back to you
As this is the only way I know
To find my own music.
I cannot promise I will ever
Hold it in my hand again
- I cannot see tomorrow
But know the echo of the pulse
You once gave to me
Is always contained within my own
I will carry it forever
A part of all future music
I ever hope to make.