String Me Up

It moves me, soothes me, cuts to the core and pierces right through me. Prison of wood. Bars of strings. Captured notes. The canary sings. Broken hearts burned to ash. Melodic nuclear winter. Injustice causing retort. Revolution's chief dissenter. Weaver of composers basket to carry heart's message. Ballad of a howling wind mourning a loved one's passage. Light burst of a sun cloud. The note of depression's end. Version audio, a springtime flower. New life and courage to lend. Dancing light on the water. Cheerful bird in flight. Rising as the morning sun. Shooting star across the night. The music flows and bends. Following the player's will. Causing my breath to catch. Making my heart lay still. Some chords speak of romance. Others mourn and cry. Those that delight at dance. Symphony carried on a high. Who knew a simple piece of timber could share something so human? May the artists' fingers stay limber, and express all that they can. -Angel Fatale-