You’re the goddess of music.
I am pulling my heart strings,
Like a harp, for you,
And I want the sound to be
As if gold was pouring through
Your ears, filling up
Your heart, a mold,
To match your gorgeous golden locks.
You’ll say “Play the song of her heartbeat,”
Everywhere you travel,
But you’re the only one
That knows how it goes.
You’re the only one,
That I ever want to hear it.
So please, lay on my chest
For hours, and let the ballad
Play on.
Let Sappho write us the lyrics,
And I’ll tattoo them on to me,
So they’re there for you
To sing along,
And entertain your audience
In the heavens.
I have been there with you since
I first saw you smile. I was lifted
Like an aimless kite,
The spool of string,
The same as my instrument,
That you hold on to,
Releasing a bit at a time.
And I continue to fly higher.
There is no need for me
To be among mortals any longer.
The almighty goddess is in love with my being.
I have all her beauty to myself.
For she is as soft on the eyes,
As her voice on the ears, and you’d think
That if you were to touch her,
It would create ash,
For she radiates such warmth.
If it were true,
I’d burn my body bare
For her to just hold me in her arms,
What a privilege.
But most importantly,
She will play me her song,
I’d be the first mortal to hear it.
My true form will no longer be the same.
My physical existence will not matter.
I am of higher being.
You, Girl,
Have changed my life,
Through the art of music,
What a virtue,
What a life.