The Music of Friendship

The music of our friendship,

a symphony, I think,

of women growing older,

our hearts played in sync.

And belly laugh percussion

the rhythm of our years,

and shared sorrow sounds

of pianissimo tears.


Your hello’s brillante

it sparkles, like your eyes.

Mine is more allegro

cheerful, uncontrived.


Over time together

our memories compose.

Our story: shared stanzas

that each of us knows,

crescendo celebrations,

and diminuendo woes.


In keys major/minor

our composition grows.

Like pinot it ages—

music to the nose—

and glows luminoso

wherever our path goes.




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