Little vibrations
from your fingertips
create little waves
where the tide rips
the hum pulls at me
with its soft fluttering beat
you continue to strum
and again it takes me
beneath and above
over and under
I can't catch my breath
and it's no wonder
the motion
of this ocean
of emotion
has cut me open
and out it flows
between us both
a raw visceral connection
back and forth
a natural reaction
to the ambient echos
you play on my heartstrings
a kind of love's arrow
and on to tomorrow
another day's dawn
i'm a lost ship at sea
but your tune will call
me back again, back again, back
from the brink
your soundwaves will swell
and before I can think
in a rise and a drop
I'm returned to shore's sand
safe and sound
into the acoustics of your hand