Longings

The heart glowed, a second... a minute.
A kindred soul, sharing his musical score.
Each note, lovingly put down...
with the similar longing most mere mortals felt
in the tip of their bones, their flesh,
their minds and their hearts
for perhaps, more than once in their lifetime.
We hum to the same sonata,
with notes softly floating out
from the different instruments we hold.
Be it a harp, a flute, a piano, or a viola,
we hit the same notes.. and feel the same longings.

For The One.