I Am The Instrument Poem by Tammy Arthur
I Am The Instrument
You open the case and take me out
you hold me close as
your fingers enclose around my neck
you start to play me and
together we make beautiful music
you strum each chord
with such gentle ease
first slowly and then faster until
at last our song must end
you smile and wipe the sweat from your brow
you gently caress me as you lay me back down
and whisper until next time we make sweet music
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