STRINGS OF BLUE

Play me a tune O resonant wood

Filling my heart with reminiscence

A lilting song of days gone by

With a surging chorus of defiance

A teaspoon of soul added to the mix

A dash of zest, a drop of dew

Just enough not more not less

Pearls on strings of blue

Caress me with a lullaby

Let it run softly over my fingertips

Strumming absentminded notes

that echo philosophy

Synchronous and spontaneous

from a fount of desire

Harmonized over an idea hidden

beneath the pulse of cerulean wires