To Be Played

She meticulously checked over her sheet music,

aligning the pages perfectly in their stand.

Next she checked the strings, sliding her fingers lightly over them.

She could feel their tension,

built by passion,

they longed to be played.

She ran her hand down the neck and caressed the curve of its side.

She positioned the bow,

pressed gently on her chosen strings,

and let the instrument play her.

She obeyed its commands, tilting as it asked her to.

She swayed slightly as the music moved her to the place in herself where she longed to live.

She closed her eyes, as she knew the notes by heart.

She relaxed as the strings beat on.

They played so sweetly with the bow-

with each lift begging for its return.