My love is not a singer. "Sweet" is not
a word I'd use to capture how she sounds
when singing in the shower: more "a lot
of howling cats", or "cries of wounded hounds".
Her grasp of music theory I'd describe
as amateur at best (I've seen her press
the "demo" key on keyboards?) Look, her vibe
is more Skrillex than Brahms. But I digress.
Tonight is karaoke night; my wife
is up on stage, and all the world will hear
that she's no siren. Praying for my life,
I hope she knows my cheering is sincere...
For when she smiles, no music matters more
than discord from the woman I adore.