My soul is desperate
For the familiar caress
It’s been over a week now
Since I got my fingers on a set of strings.
I just want to let the melody flow out of me
Softly
Out the window and over the horizon
Filtered only by the still of summer outside the city
God, it’s a dream to imagine
I miss my strings like a mother misses her
Child.
I’m itching to feel my music again.
Thank you for reading this poem about music. Especially if you play an instrument, I hope you enjoyed it.
…BRD…
