Sweeping Strings

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Oh,

oh, oh, oh. Ah, ah,

ah, ah. A-a-a-a. Ah, ah,

ah, ah. Woo! Dust on the mantle,

frames on the floor. You hum through the hallway, dragging the broom

to my door. Little tornado of half-finished dreams. You're straightenin' books while I'm splittin'

at the seams. Sweeping strings, strings, strings. You tidy the

room and my heart still sings. Every small motion pulling at the seams.