Epitaph

My heart plucks at strings
Which are the sentences, running in my
Thoughts of you running through my head
And my body resonates with
The melody of these strings
It is a joy that is as beautiful as it is
Unpredictable
No word calls it into being
These thoughts tune the melody of my body
And only eventually does a regular
Rhythm regain traction from this
Frenetic melody
The nervous joy of which is
Its beauty and uncertainty
I listen and I know it already
But it is a strange song
I am only learning to sing