A violin string calls
From a chord pressed,
A heart string trembles
From within her breast,
A puppet's string snaps
From the stress and the strain,
Sympathetic sounds
From her mouth pour again.
As soft as the tunes
Of bow, or heartbeat
Both are melodious
And sound just as sweet.
As playful as the puppet
Or her acts of sympathy
Both are keenly seen
By the Lord of you and me.
