put me somewhere in your shelf, i'll stay i promise. [completed]

blue strings.

Every string

on the guitar

played a chord

to echo out

and into

the wind instrument in my chest

the boombox skipping

scratching the disc inside

playing the rhythm and blues

colouring in the moon

lighting the skies

with

golden star rims

twinkling

in time

to the tune

of midnight

lost

in clarity

staring

at the milky way

all from

watching you

fiddle with strings

on the

bass guitar...