Sonata Liberacion

when the rare side of sensuality
reveals itself to true love
that is where I find you
your bow slices my middle
and your hands pluck my strings
with an elegance worthy of applause
no conductor is necessary
as you conduct yourself
with the sheer precision of a master
and I willfully slave to the sound
of the sonata we create
each slide of hand more intense
you work to get the best out of me
and the pitch; perfectly tuned
you persuade my independent tones
to choose to harmonize
until the music makes me weep
for joy in knowing
that even security in sound
can have freedom in passion