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.
