These six strings

These six strings sing my sweet sadness vibrant and true like the tolling of a church bell. And each note tells a story of a time thought of you and what we used to be. Each bar holds a key to the answers to my questions, and I need you to learn to write music so you can fill these empty measures and blank rests. 

I need you to scribble me a time signature for my heart to beat to. It can be five, because this poem is rather odd like the amount of beats in this measure, or it can be four, so you can tap your perfect feet to it without missing a note. 

please let me hear the key of your beautiful voice, and i will write the most soothing of symphonies in that key, and in your lovely name, one for each choir of saints. 

Let this song be a composure unlike anything you've ever heard. Let this composure be longer than most, so I can hold you while we hear it next to that grand piano, long enough for you to love me. And let this love never die like mankind's love for music, and live on even after the day I die. I want you to think of this composure. I want you to think of me, even when I am gone, and even when I write another piece. 

Let me see the smile on your face, and the light in your eyes when you hear the notes I write for you. Let it be your favorite song better than any Jack's Mannequin song. And Yes, I did remember that was your favorite song.