When will I be able to be with you again?
To be within your sweet hums and buzzes,
To be chorded accordingly with you,
In the music that is our conversations.

Will you forgive that I left you behind, so abruptly?
When I’m hanging by your string-fingers,
While my hands are not strong enough to hold on to the chords of our songs,
Will you show mercy and still sound good for me?

String me along as I pick, pluck and push against a bored board,
In between moments of fret and fuss,
My fingers pressing against the board in between the frets,
Do you like the way that I treat you?

A touch, a pluck, a sound. A melody, harmony,
More and more and more!
A sweet jam, sandwiched between you and I
When will I be able to be with you again?