Poems about Love for Valentines -2

His Trumpet


I heard it before I saw it.

A resounding rhythm

that sang not to the ears

just straight through the soul.


Harmonies mesmerising

lullabies soft, addictive;

beating at one with the heart.

It begged to theme all dreams.


The more I heard

the more I desired

to become the subject

of the trumpet song.


©Chipo Kuuya 2004