Stringed Queen

Fiddler,
My stringed queen.

Enrapture me
As you did that night;
When we moved in time
To your music.

Draw me
Across your strings.
I, the bow
In your capable hands.

Allow me
To whisper my words.
Lending shape to
This eternal rhythm.

Complete me;
Be the full stop to my sentence.
The final note
To this melody of love.

Fiddler,
My stringed queen.
Pretend for an evening
That I am your king.