Strings

Like musical notes you play with my strings

Strings of heartache and smiles

I am your musical instrument

I am your guitar and drums

You cut and touch breaking me, yet

Playing musical notes

You beat me and

Tell me to hush

Cymbals are slowly quieting down

Creating an “zooooom” sound

But the song doesn’t end there

My screaming elevates out from the rest of the instruments

And in alto a tear is played

Tear of pain, yet freedom

A harp was risen
soft and precise fingers

Play musical notes 

(whistles) Taxi.

She swifts away yet
passes you softly 
touching you with her thin 
black hair
her legs walk past you
flamingo strong 
up, down, up, down they go
her heels are 
ta, ta, ta
you pronounce her name with 
every taste bud in your tongue
savoring her,
sensing her for one last time
as she leaves for another's arms