The Chords

Oh deeply I feel,
These soft chords in my soul,
Caressing so softly,
As each note comes ahold,
Upon each sweet key,
That so drips down my spine,
And lifts every bass,
As it peaks to the skies,
And back to the flow,
As the symphony comes close,
Embracing my held breaths,
As it gives oh so slow,
To the point of orchestra,
Coming to it's point of end,
But, stops to draw in deeper,
And brings back to begin,
A flow so smooth upon,
The levels of key to reach,
And draws in so so further,
To become so very eloquent speech,
That's of the most precious felt,
And is above all known before,
Held deeply within the grasp,
Of the moment between these chords.