Singing along

why do you sing with me at all?
a song so sweet we're so enthralled,
the beginning so faint, we cant recall.
I kicked the ball, started the song, started the brawl,
you returned the ball, you sing along, we started to fall...

...far deep in melody, everything in tune;
a ballad not of this world, we're on the moon.
let's make music...all night, morning, afternoon;
let it not end all too soon,
the mellifluous ritornelle... I'm not immune.

the music...makes us better than before;
the dips and tones, we cant ignore;
the grips and moans, we so much adore.
could we end now, and return for an encore?
no...the song continues...forevermore;
a sweet sweet sounding musical score.