THE SCENT OF MUSIC

Listen to the quavers,
The crotchets, as they quiver
In search for natural resolution
And resonant harmony.

Within every beat
There is a heartbeat strong,
In search of another
Beat, a rhythm, of one.

One note leads to another
Just as smoke leads
To fire with embers poised
A balance, of possibility and passion.

Passion recalls and recants
Repeats, relives, encoded, in coda
Patiently following the scent trail that leads to love
Knowing, that scent cannot lie.

Each note underscores
The timeless Tango score
Cadenced beats drive love’s motion
Fast forward, on scent’s trail. Trust the journey.

No cause for restraint, no room for doubt
This Tango score is scripted in story
Told through dance, a music manuscript
Captured, as the scent of love.

No note cries for change, though ever
Change will be – a destiny
To explore love, capture love - intense love
Embolden love, wear it on your sleeve.

A scent made from music
Song-scripted, scent braided with adorn
A melodic tease lures partners to play
And define with signature, their loving truth.

Her fragrance is quietly confident
Serene, sweetened, grounded in both time
And in mystery, her heart surrenders
In step, in sync with his own.

His fragrance unleashes a hidden passion
Alights his dreams, reveals true desire
Compelling, is his search for a heart that grows
And opens, respecting the patience of his own.

Made from the music, made together
Tango scents together - in play
They move as one, with clear roles defined
Scents of love, ignite the ember soul.
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