Curious how the sound of you
Pulls strings of my Soul
I had no idea were there.
Heart strings or chords
What’s more is more
Evoking memories and moods to care.
Dancing as a marionette
My nerves are forced to perform.
By choice or by your will
Movement inside - body still
Twilight’s breeze when the strings dance and sing to me.
Oh Lyre, Lyre, Lyre
The sound becomes my compass.
Reverence or meditation
Hearts know - more or less.
~Introverted Sage~