Pull the sound from my heart and make it sing

You are the bow that runs across my strings.  Slowly and gently, as a whisper to waken my soul.

You are the fingers crashing into my piano keys.  Grabbing me, with no choice but to notice that I’ll never be the same.

Your bow now runs hard.  My strings cry.  They know the anguish that is your touch after it’s gone.

My keys find tune to my strings.  Your fingers sync with your bow.  We drift into melody and fade out like the whisper faded in.

 

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Inspired by the song “Por Una Cabeza”