You Are My Music.

You are a stave of music,
You play for me to hear,
Dainty as a flute, a reed,
For I've the keenest ear.

You are a treble clef now,
You start the line of notes,
The clarinet with heavy ire,
Upon which my hearing dotes.

You syncopate the rhythm, dear,
Your drum holds to the beat,
You have me leaning forward, dear,
I'm leaning in my seat.

You are a sheet of music,
Every note, a word,
You play the sweetest melody,
My ears have ever heard.