Musician (expanded)

Despite people constantly explaining music theory
I’ve never quite grasped the concept
Of what it means to change key.
Because to me
Something can look sharp and feel flat but be all too natural to you

And I have difficulty trying to articulate what I mean to say
Because we have such an interesting dynamic
And dissonance is positive when done correctly, right?

Constantly, you play at my heartstrings like
The chords on your guitar.
Beautifully
But never gently
Rarely slow
With some fascinating sort of
Passion
But not always the kind that I understand

And despite knowing that your interest is genuine
I sometimes wonder if you get more of a rush from
Holding the curves of the wooden body close to you
Or thriving on the attention that you get
When people see that you have the skill
To manipulate something ordinary into something beautiful.

And I’ll admit
It gets into my head
And causes me to fret

Refraining from over-analysis
Has never been my forte.
But somehow we always manage to bridge the gap
That our differences create
And accent the qualities that really make us harmonious.
And getting the chance to be with you in general
What can I say?
Score!

So, do not hesitate to
Pick me and
Bend me and
Let the notes ring loud and frenzied and
Place your hands
Along my neck
To let me be the fine-tuned
Instrument
Of your affection.
With lungs andante
And a heartbeat accelerando
I’ll leave it up to you to conduct
A tempo.
While the melody leads us
In an entanglement of musical phrases and lyrical nonsense
That all come together.

Somehow.

But don’t ask me why,
I never understood music theory
I just know what I like to hear.