Day Eighteen: 18th April 2014

Pluck at my strings,
Hear me sing!
A wanton melody
To warm your heart,
Honest yet discordant
Where the eagerness of a moment
Does not translate
Into melodious tones.
And you huff and puff over me.
But I am patient with you.
I know you.
Your melody resonates deep inside my belly.
So pluck at my strings
With a light heart,
Pluck at my strings
And breathe,
Pluck at my strings
Let me sing!