Attached by Strings

I heard someone say 'Even the finest instruments are mute without strings'
And I thought...
'What about wind instruments'?
They are just full of holes.

But when I connected with you, I was left feeling mute
Said you liked my physical properties
The way I had been crafted, designed with music in mind
Rhythmical, more than ornamental, moving to my own beat

The build up was lengthy, innocent and proper
Interaction started as professional, became friendly then flirty and full of promise
Vocal and textual harmonies were made
You liked the sound of my voice, I liked what you felt inspired to say


Pictures of potential were a slideshow in my mind
Replays of our conversation providing the soundtrack
And when promises were fulfilled and you professed a desire to be my accompaniment
A decision was made not to overthink, just follow the music and go with the flow

And the flow took us to a place where innocence could no longer follow
Neither could sense or reason...just feeling
I lost my words and found my scream
The whole world was humming at the same pitch


The song was enduring but could not be endless
There was no sheet music to guide what happened next
This was a genre and style who's technique I had yet to learn
I rediscovered my words, but could not find their meaning

I let you play me, no strings attached......
Even the finest instruments are mute without strings