The Musician 


Like the strings within a harp you plucked me,

Out of nowhere and I became yours.

Like the keys upon a piano you played me,

The many renditions you had created.

Like a Conductor I guided you,

Through a symphony that harmony had evaded.

Like a Soprano you sang a sweet song,

Taught by none other than I.

Like the Orchestra to their audience,

Revelling in the applause, we were triumphant to all who watched, but tired of all the performances.

Written by April Alexander