Strings

A violin and its perfect sound take time to tune just right
To resonate and come out full
And when each is stretched - but not too tight
The song is guaranteed to pull

On a heart-string
A clearer, stronger
Beat.
Never before such singing
That would each dissonant
Defeat.

Each note hums along
Deepened mote
Bridge drawn

Built inside our natures to seek
Similarly innate to let it leak
Feasible when it leaves a piece broken
This irreplaceable, priceless token

There is a problem with strings
They are breakable things
Too wound and snap they must
Leaving a note-less dust

Let the air flow through your veins
Any spill forever stains
Is it melting when it rains?
Rinsing out the dusty pains

A custom bow made string by string
A new tune
Begins to sing
Is it too soon
To let it ring?

Feasible that it leaves a string broken
This irreplaceable, priceless token