Classical Music and True Love

I fell down the stairs, with a Guzheng in my arms. Its 21 strings quivered. I flung my arms around all of them. A moment of vertigo, not knowing where I was. And you just stood between the sun and me, bright as a halo with wings. I looked at the perfect 21 strings, So perfect they could form a song. The first note was a Rom-Com, The second, of roses and chocolate and true, true romance The third of the monstrous doubt, The fourth enters wildly, The ending of Taylor Swift song. The strings of my heart are dead, Bleeding out on the stairwell ground. You just stood there, Watching me fall. You just stood there. And I was alone.