Like a minor chord we strike,
You with your mellow drawn out refrains
And I with my tenser, disjointed themes;
With complementing dissonance we make our music.

Sometimes we draw close, merge and morph
Our melodies into one harmonious voice.

So sweet those moments are,
When our minds meet,
And the music pours freely from our souls
Like well aged wine from a bottle.

But other times our songs conflict,
Notes contradict and the unity shatters.

Like tightened strings,
The tension grows.
Shrill notes
And offbeat rhythm,
As we play on,

Tone deaf to each other's thoughts.

Ideas pass, shared, hidden or completely ignored,
As we continue, creating new movements.
Changing and altering the song
Till frustrations, restlessness and injuries summon

Silences.

Breaks lasting long measures.

Distances grow,
Only to be closed again by the music.
The bittersweet melody that is
Our friendship.