i tried to pull apart my strings
as i listened to him sing
eyes drawn to his voice
fingers lost from the noise
when the last note lands
i suddenly looked at my hands
all my efforts led to naught
all i saw was a thousand knots
fingers interlaced with his
promises of do, re, and mis
i succumbed to the melody
unable to unweave myself free
perhaps his sirenlike words
with my heart’s impossible chords
lulled my mind to count the sheep
and made the loops begin to creep
call it brave or call it luck
i fought to dance myself unstuck
twirled away from an encore’s beat
and closed my ears from its repeat
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