MUSIC FOR SALE

We came not chasing time,
but carried in its grace,
our hearts the compass turning true,
and love—the resting place.

The wheels slowed by wildflowers,
the hush of river’s hymn,
your dress a sigh of starlight silk,
the dusk bending low for you again.

The mansion breathed in twilight’s glow,
its windows soft with sighs,
and I saw home within your soul,
constellations in your eyes.

Come, my beautiful bride,
step through the open door,
champagne laughter, velvet shadows
curling on the floor.
This night, this vow, this fate we claim—
our love’s estate, our sacred flame.

I reached for your hand, not out of need,
but knowing what love becomes,
a garden growing slow and deep,
where silence softly hums.

The sun bowed low, the world turned gold,
as heaven whispered near,
and time itself stood still to hold
the truth we both could hear.

The piano hums our secret vow,
only we shall ever hear,
our names entwined like threads of light,
pulling the stars so near.

Come, my beautiful bride,
step through the open door,
let the music crown our union,
let forever pour.
This night, this vow, this fate we claim,
our love’s estate, our endless flame.

We were never late to love’s estate,
we had been coming all along.
Now every breath, each kiss, each dawn—
is home.