Music echoing along a line of thought
Like a stream of consciousness
Singing along steel wires
I find the casually picked notes enticing
Wishing I could follow the thread
Of other peoples fingers
As they progress up and down the neck
I am buoyant with lifted energy
And calmed with gentle joy
As I listen, watch, breathe
I miss the way you used to play to me
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