Playing

She hums,

            resonating,

            still vibrating,

though it can’t be heard now,

not by us,

but it was there,

alive,

just a short while ago

when sound was tangible,

when fingers

            danced upon her neck –

            pressure

            release

            pressure

            release

            and held

by the stroke of the hand.

Quietly she sits now,

waiting for more,

            patient,

            obedient,

whispering my name;

and soon enough

I shall let her sing,

give voice to her desire

and let her be

what she was meant to be.