Words flying through my head

Strings plucked under my fingers
Sounds coming with my breath
And to sit like this
Till we part by death

No thoughts
No worries
They do not exist
And as this ritual goes on
Its love I can't resist

This love
This
These strings
Of bliss

Words sang
Are gone
Notes played
Were sung
Fingers strumming
Strum on
And this love
This
These strings
Of bliss

They forever live.
They hum.

5th February 2006
12:17:54 AM