Notes in tune as desired upon my strings; tightly bound in lithe response to your touch.
Flexing cords so sinewed and taut; songs uplift as strummed and plucked.
My lacquered body held upon your lap; a resonant source, our tonal emanations.
Fingertips on glistened inlaid frets; your tactile inclinations glide along my neck.
Tempos held to rhythmic beats; your tapping fingers instinctive grip and release.
Harmonic chords blend as climactic notes splay; improvised refrains of the passionate duets we have played.
~ an EWK Poe’em