So many times I have heard our name
Yet it has never lost its music.
Because of you I have not lived in vain.
What fails in my clumsy hands,
Worked with you grows completed.
You love where I only understand,
Yet you also understand
Things far beyond their name,
You show them and they are completed.
Without you life loses its music
And I have no work for these hands
Which move through the air in vain.
Each gesture I make feels vain.
Nobody can understand
What I attempt with my hands,
How I try to trace our name
But appear mad without the music
Of our dyadic heart completed.
My ornaments cannot be completed
Without your voice they are in vain,
Your melody entelechy to music,
A throated home I understand,
Every joy I could ever name.
My guitar a siren in my hands
As if I didn’t control these hands
And knew the song already completed,
As familiar all at once as our name,
That I might seek to speak in vain,
But pluck these strings and understand
In all its resonance and music.
This is why we lived a life of music,
Why you and I were born with hands
To hold each other and understand,
Until the day we are completed,
Knowing no moment was in vain
That held the sound of our name.
Music is our love and thus completed,
Hands will never touch the other in vain.
Understand this and you have our name.