I live on this bridge of rhythmic
pulsations,
dissension building between
the major
and minor chords.
My heartstrings are yearning
for your finger,
a featherdust brush of heartrending harmony.
You are musically inclined,
adept at tuning me until all the notes
that comprise me flow
in perfect time
to the strumming of your fingertips,
And I am no longer torn between
major and minor chords,
you have bridged my differences.
