On the keys of a piano, <br />your fingers play upon the strings of my heart. <br />Such music fills my soul, <br />with your sweet notes. <br /> <br />You are the central 'essence' of me, <br />although we are, so far apart. <br /> <br />Your love vibrates with clarity, <br />as if a great concerto, is playing, in some vast auditorium. <br /> <br />A symphony floats within my head, <br />and I hear this 'love' of yours, <br />it plays my tunes, <br />and resounds around my 'staccato' afternoons. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strings-of-my-heart/
