My love for you is like a violin string,
tight and taught and ready.
If only it could be played, and you could
hear the sweet sound of how I feel for you.
The gentle note would ring like
laughter on a sun-lit day and
feel like heavy rain when you are on the
warm side of the window.
The tune of my love is sweetest in my dreams.
I know that should you one day
pick up my instrument,
our music might not swell as it does
when I lie awake and imagine the
melody of your fingers.
It doesn't stop me pining for their touch.