Love is an orchestra
That starts off with a single melody
Twittering on as things progress
And slowly, more and more voices join
And there’s the soft, low voices of a bass
And the beautiful tremulous voices of the violins
Joined with the lovely, loud, brash voices of the brass family
As they proclaim the truth alongside the outspoken drums
And together they get higher and higher

But then suddenly
The violins get distorted
And the whole thing falls apart
As everything moves of its own mind.

You weren’t planning for this to happen.

You –
The poor conductor –
Weren’t planning all this to fall apart.

And you watch as slowly
The only thing left playing
Is your lone first violin
Trembling out a new call for a new orchestra to take it in.