Friends with strings

I have played and listened

to hearts with strings attached

soul touched by the fleeting moments

ambushed by a tear or two.

But friends, in harmony,

making music with their lives

are beyond mere acquaintances

and the best friends by far.

I have greeted dawns with music,

welcomed the requiem of night,

spent days on rocks and rolling

or sounding silence

as the sun goes down.

But solos become monotone

and lack a camaraderie of joy

that a multitude of strings

and the rhythm of laughter brings.

And I long for an assurance

that we’ll play beyond our span

with friends we shared these stages with

when the journey there began.