tie my heart with ribbons
and play them with musical lines,
crescendo past fortissimo
and ritardando with every lie.

pluck me like a string instrument
who has forgotten her melody.
find my meadow of golden lilies
where hummingbirds make harmony.

take me far from staves and note-heads
and lead me to the grainy shore
where on overtones my soul will feed
to seed my every core.

tie my heart with ribbons, please,
but I make one last plea -
play me like a classic,
and not some forgotten piece.