"as a result of yours"

As I pause to relax in my studio, thoughts of you meander through my mind;
We have been the past, the eternal present and yet to be the imminent future.
I am graced by your unforgettable presence and continue to be humbled by it.
As you espy your shadow reflecting on your white walls, I feel it calling. The
soothing cello I hear, its melodious, haunting tone fills the air, It is yearning for
the bow's touch as I continuously hunger for yours. I hear the strings crying
at the cellist's very touch, deep and meaningful lamentation. My sensitive,
responsive heart empathises with those cello strings, I too quiver beneath
your delicate, feathery touch and weep for your presence. Dark skies of night
descend and I hear the melody changing. An electrical storm approaches
and the ebony sky becomes filled with colour. I hear a tintinnabulation, the
phone awakens me from my dreamlike state, it is you. You wish to tell me
about the fluttering butterflies; you then hear the covetous cello then a
poignant silence between us. Before long, our souls begin to embrace as
they have done for one thousand lifetimes. Suddenly you are here and I
there as our life's spirit transcends time and unites us. We swallow each
other's very essence with each breath, making love and marrying endlessly.

© `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova