A box of beats.
A shape of sound.
Melodies countless,
Leaving you astound.

Words sewed in some crocheted notes,
Strings strummed and clapped; my heart votes
For an imagination of a beautiful soul.

A soul of my dreams;
An undying spirit—
Should I recite it? Should I start?

Lyrics of love,
Writings of an artist—
A song unsung.

Music of nature, music of you,
Immersive to my ears.
What to do?

Lips humming the tune and the "thum."
What to do?

Bagpiper blows lovely hymns,
Zooming up and down.
"Tring Tring," "Drum drum."

Can you feel the strings?
Can you feel the drum?