i am sitting here missing you,
wishing you would put me back in your hands
and play me.
slide your bow across my strings,
make beautiful music come from me.
because when you play me,
i am not just a piece
of wood, painted
and glossed to perfection,
but i am more
humane.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
i am sitting here missing you,
wishing you would put me back in your hands
and play me.
slide your bow across my strings,
make beautiful music come from me.
because when you play me,
i am not just a piece
of wood, painted
and glossed to perfection,
but i am more
humane.