Soft, cracked fingertips
Lay carefully on the strings
Tickle the guitar
Coffee brown eyes stare
Intently into my own
And I feel at home
Fluffy black bird’s nest
Sits still trying to be hair
Making me giggle
Firm forearms and hands
Swiftly slink across the strings
Precise as paper
He begins to sing
I’m lost in the symphony
Which Angels envy
My heart flies up high
Giddy and effervescent
Like soda bubbles
Then his fingers rest
His brown eyes meet mine once more
And I feel complete