The Play Of My Life

 

He played me like I was a flute against his lips

Controlled breathing and just the right pitch

Made delicate notes escape from me.

I became his song.

Wasn't long before his tune became my own

And on many days he played me like a piano

Stroking my keys

Until lovely notes floated up out of me

Like harmonies that paint the scene of a dream

I became his song

And I wanted to play along

But he was so particular

Wanting to please me more than he wanted to be pleased

Citing that I was his greatest pleasure

And I felt like a treasure that could only be discovered in his eyes

He erased the hurt from past good byes

And dried old tears that were stuck in my heart

Taking pieces of me and making them apart of him

I became his harp and hymn

And he worshipped me

Declaring I was his destiny

Each plucking of my strings made me breathe beautiful breaths

And I knew God had to be pleased

At how well this being cared for me

I was his drum at times

Keeping in rhythm with his stick

My soul out of control with the power of it

And I became his composition

While he changed my dispositions

With one wave of his baton

I became his song

Cherished~

He sang me all day long

And played me even when I was away

He could hear the notes in his head

I was haunting him

But no more than he did me

Because lyrics became my voice

And angelic beings would come and sit

To watch him make a masterpiece of this mess

He peered within and wrote

Sonnets and plays

While watching my soul unfold

In the safety of his heart.

Reviews

[Choosing Life]

Thank you

[Mr. Deft Diction]

You are truly a classic, genius of a scribe young lady. I appreciate the place that you took me to with this poem. I could see it all, like I was there, watching some medieval stage play; or when Roberta Flack said "...singing my life w/his words..."

This was truly a beautiful read.