Caress my strings,
And play the song of my soul,
Breathe life into me,
Hold me gently and lull,

Strum my heart,
With a musician's grace,
Seek my unique sound,
Quiet without haste,

Soft or sharp,
Beautifully we weave,
Timid and outspoken,
Together we achieve,

We are forced,
To stay distance and alone,
Unable to compose,
Songs of our home,

My strings miss,
The feeling of movement,
Drawing out tales,
In silent music,