All In The Strings. Poem by Tracee Olga

Eyes closed fingers at work
Thin steady and a bit cold
Magical, how is it even possible
As thin as it is a melody so sweet
Soothing the soul emanate from it

I play it slow, I play it so
I play it fast, I play it smart
I play it soft, I listen smooth
I dance to it, I rock with it
With every strike anger fades
Worries wares off, joy creeps in
Sometime I like it soft and quite
Other times loudly and rocky
Either way the result is same

Each time I play it a smile dances on my lips
Pluck it up, I feel loved
Pluck it down am reminded of his presence
Play it fast his faithfulness I see
Play it slow his peace I feel
Play it, pluck it, anyhow
Am reminded of God’s love!