The strings
Pull taut
On my fingers

Rising the
Music sways
While you dance

With her you
Look dazzling
On the ballroom floor

The lilt of this
Instrument I play
Keeps you entertained

My hands strain
Bleeding into the
Sinewy cords

I try not to sob, not
To disturb this
“Music” I play for you

The crescendo
Gasps, filling the
Empty space between us

I will play for you,
Always
Until this song ends.

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