while you sit
on your stool
and pluck the
strings that
accompany my
words, my heart
sings back up
for us.  like
meditative chants
and humming
sounds that
vibrate the mind
move up and
down the spine,
and causes darkness
to surrender itself
to our shine.

i feel you
i see you
i breathe you
inhaling
and exhaling
on nothing
but love,
peace
and
sweet surrender.
as your fingers
quicken over the
strings, note by
note, bar by
bar...you don't
play me, you change
me, you rearrange
me and produce
me into the me
i've always needed
and never knew i
wanted to be

        and all i can do
        is just sing to you
        praises of unwavering
        faith nd love
        the people hear it, see it,
        fear it, love it, and snap
        their fingers giving you
                               the glory.