The Instrument
by Epona Love
Posted: Saturday, February 6, 2010 Word Count: 78 |
Softly, out of no-where,
A mysterious tune begins.
The sweetest music never known
Begins to stir within.
Tentatively reaching deep
Inside this empty casing,
It floods my soul with harmony
To send my heartbeat racing.
Quickens, as it soars and sweeps,
Keeps time with pulse still rising,
To reach crescendo on the air,
Then breathlessly subsiding.
And I am left with heart in hand
Displaced, confused by ecstasy.
Strings tightening, becoming cold,
Aching for you to play me.
A mysterious tune begins.
The sweetest music never known
Begins to stir within.
Tentatively reaching deep
Inside this empty casing,
It floods my soul with harmony
To send my heartbeat racing.
Quickens, as it soars and sweeps,
Keeps time with pulse still rising,
To reach crescendo on the air,
Then breathlessly subsiding.
And I am left with heart in hand
Displaced, confused by ecstasy.
Strings tightening, becoming cold,
Aching for you to play me.