These strings bite my fingertips
and laugh each time I fumble,
Such a strange beginning
to a romance so often dreamed of.
Long I’ve been a listener
standing in the hallway,
taking in the conversation,
and waiting to be called.
I want a seat at the table.
I want to drink the wine
and take my part in the banter.
But first I have to court these fickle strings,
and here, on our first date,
the first of many I’m hoping,
I am staring at their beauty
and wondering about their mystery
and how I’ll ever convince them
to let me hear them sing.
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Beautiful! What an expression.
May I add to the tune my reverence….
I kneeled before them
With my breathe in check
So with grace I forth my arm
With fear to feel and courage to stroke
and wondering about their mystery
and how I’ll ever convince them
to let me hear them sing.
Once again…….beautifully expressed. I hear your words and can relate. I have totally been there.