Heart Strings

Twangs
A little ping
A curly little bing
He starts strumming
His fingers, they fly fast
Across the strings, passion
Imbued in his guitar strings
He closes his eyes and he
Fly himself to the moon
With his inner melody
He sings love poetry
Not with his voice
With his fingers
And each tune
That he strums
It resonates
in His soul
in his
Heart
too.