My Dulcimer and I

My dulcimer and I, we have an understanding:
He knows my thoughts, and yet he doesn't share them
With my spoiled old piano and my needy guitar.

My dulcimer is kind; he isn't too demanding.
When heartstrings break, his dulcet notes repair them.
Yes, I'll admit that it's a kinship most bizarre.

My dulcimer and I, our sessions are outstanding!
Sweet, blissful tones--to what shall I compare them?
I hammer with gusto, but I know he's the star.


© 2019 David Acosta Perez