
By Bob Labansat
I am an instrument — Play me, play me.
I am an instrument of life — Use me, use me.
My melody is an endless rhythm which echoes everywhere — Hear me, hear me.
My music is an eternal concert,
A floating essence in the breeze of everywhere.
A musical mist, felt only as a moist freshness of an early morning spring. Oh, my concert, my music, everywhere it be — listen, oh listen to me. Play me, oh play me.
Let me soothe you, love you, let me be One with you,
For I am an instrument.
And only as you play me, can I be what I was meant to be,
An instrument of your heart. My melody, my music only with your love has life.
Only with your touch do I play — Oh play me, play me, play me.
Touch me, release me to express a softness, a tenderness sound to warm your heart, to mist your eye.
Such ecstasy is mine, for what greater delight might there be for an instrument playing, an eternal melody.