Lying between my folded arms
Held awkwardly against my body
As I strain to see over your curves.
I gently caress your strings
And let your music ring out into the silence.

My fingers are the instruments
As they pluck out the melody
Fret after fret,
Chord after chord.
You are just the vessel for my creative mind.
My tool.
My means to an end.
Without me you would be empty and silent,
Gathering dust,
Your strings rusting to uselessness.

Without me you are nothing.
Without you I am silenced.