Her body was acoustic
Her skin a melody
My mind hung on every note
As she sung her life to me
Her passion was a crescendo
Although her tone was soft
With a cadence of bounding horses
She threw my rhythm off
I felt all of my heart strings
Pop, break and go out of tune
Her voice cracked - All I heard was feedback
As she measured me up from across the room
I walked to her in 3/4 time
I struck up a chord - she told me a rhyme
She was well versed in French poetry
A deep bodied bass with fine copper strings
I was her rosin
I was her trill
Together we sang
We're singing still
Her body acoustic
Her skin a melody
Her mind on different wavelengths
She's the song I sing
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
Her body was acoustic
Her skin a melody
My mind hung on every note
As she sung her life to me
Her passion was a crescendo
Although her tone was soft
With a cadence of bounding horses
She threw my rhythm off
I felt all of my heart strings
Pop, break and go out of tune
Her voice cracked - All I heard was feedback
As she measured me up from across the room
I walked to her in 3/4 time
I struck up a chord - she told me a rhyme
She was well versed in French poetry
A deep bodied bass with fine copper strings
I was her rosin
I was her trill
Together we sang
We're singing still
Her body acoustic
Her skin a melody
Her mind on different wavelengths
She's the song I sing