if I could

If I could write music
it would be simple notes.
They would be clear,
each phrase would
sing.
A patch of bold isolated notes
yield to harmonic pairs.
There would be no words
only pure sounds
some isolated,
some blending together
forming complex indescribable sounds.
Some parts would weep slowly
other parts would sing
and paint rolling yellow fields
with notes sounding just like laughter.
And some would make the sound
of gentle breathing,
like when you sleep.
Then I would paint a wavy orange tapestry
with flecks of warmth
as we rise
for another day together.