Silver Strings

Hands fly across the silver strings like birds
Singing and dancing, they make a bright tune
A drifting song, it has no need for words,
I hear your soul; it shines just like the moon.
You face displays the passion held within:
I see your love for life, your heart is pure.
Eyes closed; you find yourself being drawn in
Your soul flies up and through the sky it soars
You're like a star, burning so bright and strong
With the pure humility of the lamb;
Not striving for wealth or glory – you long
Just for the joy the music brings. I am
In awe, for tis strange to feel your music
Making my heart dance and my soul frolic.