The Lingered Symphony

It starts with a finger.
A strum across my lips.
it gives me breath
and so I breathe-

A whisper in my ear
soft, sweet, poetic
Every pluck livens me
with a new story to tell.

I can't describe them though,
the strings...
they connect us all
a cosmic symphony ever-playing

through the vibrations
the thoughts and emotions
the stories and memories once forgotten.
They're the pedal point of life
the crescendo of the symphony.

and it ends with a finger.
A strum across my lips.
I take my last breath
and the exhale: the coda goodbye
it lingers in the air.