strings attached

Her fluid beauty drew him to her, a musician free and fair.
Her ringing laugh a clear sign he'd lost his heart to her.
His heart swam in turbulent harmony.
Wooing her with soul music and bloodied fingers.

She ridiculed the idea of having him.
She twirled him on her fingers.
Flirting till he despaired,
Every gesture a discord in his music.

Then one day, on his highest note,
She finally danced to his tune.
In an overture of rhythm,
They communed to be one.

In her envelop, his notes went awry.
Harmony melting in her embrace.
Every touch weakened him, a rousing rabble in his heart.
Her kisses sucking the symphony of his being.

Such was the cacophony of their union,
That the plectrum useless to him.

He had his muse yet his music faded slowly away.
He realized love came with strings attached.