She's being played like a violin.
The most beautiful of sound, death like poison.

Paralyzed by its hypnotic notions.
Mixer of infatuation and deceptions

Played so effortlessly ..five horizontal lines.
Each A to G, one by one made her cry.

She closed her eyes
wanting to hate every minute of it.

All she could think about was
his hands on her curves and how they fit.

The sound of E bringing to her memory, his breath against her cold skin, the night it was storming.

D in the midst of all the chaos was an unforgettable moment, where she realized she was both found and lost and for once, she owned it.

The strings he'd play weren't all of a memory so touching. He'd gone back to play B, a chord that always left her wondering.

Every one of them a memorable sound...
A letter of their own like she was spellbound.

I fuckin love violins.