Plucking at the string of my senses
The highs and lows at your will
Knowing too surely
Your way around me
Sliding your hands across
To extract a note
Playing willy-nilly with my uncertainties
Till they stop swinging both ways
And turn helplessly towards you
The pain in my heart
Guiding my footsteps
My feet now certain
That my music lies
In that direction
My senses
To your touch
A synchronized
Harmony.
