Heartstrings

Another frozen day
A twenty-minute coffee break
Thinking of words that I want to say
Sculpting and honing the thoughts
Tumbling out of my heart

I’ve learned how to write a tune
Shifting some meanings to set a mood
Wait for the caffeine and sugar to
Move the whole process along
Turning it into a song

But I’m always left frustrated
However I re-arrange it
There’s a certain limitation
Only so much variation

I’ve only got two hands
But I’m alright with a one-man band
I could be perfectly happy here
Quietly chasing the thoughts
Tumbling out of my heart

My one remaining wish:
An occasional accompanist
A beautiful golden-voiced cellist
Singing a harmony part
Fretting the strings of my heart

~ April 1, 2004