It's not what I want

but the magnet pulls...

How the hell did my strings get so taut?

I sure didn't wind them

they weren't meant to be played

untightened and loose

I didn't even have them displayed

When did tight become comfortable?

when did stress become the factor?

is it necessary to to play?

for the music to matter?

I had it unwound

I plucked when I wanted

what was it about my sound?

Was it deep and sonorous?

did it resonate in your heart?

a beat withdrawn

could it accompany your part?

I never gave permission to tune it

yet slowly they wound

I didn't even notice it

gently, by your fingers, the keys went round

The music you played was beautiful

I never knew it could sound like that

I got lost in the harmony

I never moved from where I sat

And I let you play upon my strings

I let you show me what it could be

In the midst I saw your broken wings

and I played for you too a melody

It amazes me that I let you

It amazes me that you did

the dust dances all around

to the melody of the strings it hid

Wasn't it good enough before?

the music it was mine

it sounded perfect in my head

but then you 'twined yours with mine

and a different song was read

Now I'm stuck...

with this sound in my heart

I can't get it out of my head

I never asked for this part

But then again...

maybe just maybe I did.