Lovesong

Can I withhold my soul so that it does not touch yours?
Can I lift my soul over you to other things?
I would eagerly give my soul a secret place to hide - somewhere silent and secret - someplace that does not resonate when your depths vibrate.
Yet, everything that touches us, you and me,
takes us together as a violin bow's stroke does,
that out of two strings draws a single voice.

Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what player has us in his hand?
Oh sweet, sweet song.