Uninspired

She picks me up,

Careful as always, gentle.

Giving each string a pluck, Awakening the coils of metal.

As we begin to sing the melody,

She's only echoing the words,

It's different, how she holds me,

I'm hollow when she's playing chords.

Something's not right with us,

But I swear I'm still in tune,

She's touching me, so meticulous, There's no feeling in the way she moves.

So I stretch my neck back,

And she instantly responds,

To tighten up my slack,

And she continues to play along,

But the song is still off key,

My sound dampened by her tears, The way she's holding me, gently, Feels different after all these years.