Fusion

She dug jazz,
he leaned classical,

yet when they started to play,
they quickly found a groove.

Piano keys and brass, a standing bass and bow,
they played on through the night.

It was all improv as they headed toward intermission
Once back in session, they found their groove again

in adagio and double time — block chords and allegros,
no matter the rhythm, they hit all the right notes.

Fusion was how they described the sounds they made that night.
Fusion kept them together, the name they bestowed upon their child.