she sits and watches, listening
as he weaves his magikry
'cross her heart strings once again
telling tales of woe and misery.

she forgets the time in wonder
as his fingers find the rhythm
striking passion in her heart and soul
alighting the fire once more, her and him...

as he strokes the strings, cold and hard
he brings his heart to her and she reaches out
and holds his gift with gentleness
and proves love is still strong and stout...