You form me, shaping me into a beautiful instrument, using my tired strings to play a song while others listen.
You are the harmony to my music, the beat to my drum, the percussion to my horn. Your song melodious.
Others come to me as I am out of tune but your rhythm keeps them listening. You are a grand symphony orchestra, tempo just right, elevating those who would not normally hear.
Your bass carries to distant places, long forgotten, the depth of undertones, a desire for more…
Although they do not see what I feel, I know you are creating a song in me that I have longed to play. While my ear is not in tune, they only hear the newness of your song that makes my heart complete.
I’ve never known a sound as this, lovely, pure and true.
You are my teacher, song writer of the most magical chorus and your freedom song is in me.
I am your instrument.
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