LET'S BE, ETERNALLY

I used to hear the vibrations,
And see their's align in dance,
I used to hear the melodies,
And wonder why the notes sounded so blunt.
I used to tune my strings too tight,
I used to bruise strings on each strum,
And break them on each pick.
For I knew not how best to listen,
For then I couldn't feel the music,
For to me the music was just a show,
And the players futile hunters of their souls as I was.

But when I met you,
I found  clear notes in the lines and the words in a perfect fit,
When I met you my fingers softened each turn,
And found intimacy in our strums.
With flawless vibrations of your strings we created this priceless melody.
My body learnt to listen,
To feel each vibration as a part of a whole,
To gently execute the strums,
And softly pluck your strings,
For you made me own the music.

So let me caress your strings with my bow,
And lovingly tickle them,
Let me sink in this melody we create,
And let our bodies flow with these pockets of pressure it creates.
For my bow has mastered your strings,
And my body has grown fond of this melody,
So much that it knows not another way to live.
Eternally let the music be ours alone.

By: Allan Irrow