Each and every key
On a piano
Serves a purpose.
And every string
That can be strummed
On the guitar
Has its own unique sound.
Every so often
A musician will come along
Who can give
These keys and these strings
A reason to sing.
I'm amazed every time
She comes along
And gently plucks my strings,
Just how loudly I sing aloud.
She gives this body
A reason.
A reason to dance to this song
She's improvising
With every touch of her fingertips.
Every brush of her lips.
Oh that I could be her instrument forever,
My keys would never gather dust again.
