Frets and Strings

Another part of me comes alive,

Moving up and down the frets and strings,

Hammering on and hammering off the things,

And a sharp bend and a smooth slide.

It slips through my fingers and into my veins.

Give it, share it, love it- I feel it in my fingers.

I feel it in my fingers, deeper than sound-

A person deaf and blind could know it still,

A silent running, a vibrant feel,

Making quiet minds wonder and full hearts pound.

It slips through my fingers and into my veins.

Give it, share it, love it- I feel it in my fingers.