his song

i flutter in his lungs like a moth in a jar

to his soul my loyalties lie, his lamp the glow that draws me in

he holds me in his locket like a boy off to war

metal presses at my sides, i almost see my own demise

but he strums my strings with more grace than Apollo

he presses on the keys wedged deep in my skin 

and i am his song

and he plays me to the beat

and i am his song