My Instrument.

Strummed over chords your name finds me.
Echoing between the empty spaces of my fingers.
From tug to treble you tremble at my side.
Breathing volumes louder within my grasp.



Gentle tone whispers ear to ear.
Widening eyes and hearts to my melody.
Perception to depth strokes within souls.
Each single note manifesting greater comprehension.

A language without tongues spoken so clearly.
That it resounds and screams truths.
Woe to me oh sadness left.
For all thats played by touch of lips.

For so shall I lay my hands,
On you who ignites my soul.