If you were a guitar I would strum you gently,
With the chords played the song of your heart.
Minor ones tell of inner tears and past sadness,
And major filled with fun, laughter and joy.
If you were a drum I would tap to your beat,
As I am touched by the rhythm of your heart.
With sticks in hand is like holding your hand
And the brushes to tickle my soul’s inner core.
If you were a piano I would sing in your key,
Every note and chord are your words spoken.
White or black each tells of different stories,
And the adventures of our journey together.
© Fi S. J. Brown