Cavatina

This is a poet I wrote when I listened to Cavatina.

The heart string is real,
They pull from your heart to your memories and othier parts of your body
creating a sense of emotion-
good and bad.

It makes your heart jump.

Memories, a storage of perish thought- perish minds,
remembers and thinks
and is attached to a heart string.

And Canatina plays,
it pulls
and you remember.

I remember her,
I think of her.
Her and her mind.

Another pulls, you think, you cry.

In your mind, you imagine daffadils from memory,
they fall.
yellow-
yellow.

And Cavantina plays-
whispering softly...
I will forever love you,
and you feel another pull.