Strings Of My Heart

On the keys of a piano,
your fingers play upon the strings of my heart.
Such music fills my soul,
with your sweet notes.

You are the central 'essence' of me,
although we are, so far apart.

Your love vibrates with clarity,
as if a great concerto, is playing, in some vast auditorium.

A symphony floats within my head,
and I hear this 'love' of yours,
it plays my tunes,
and resounds around my 'staccato' afternoons.

poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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