your angel

what happens to the harps
when the angels put them away
tired of playing them
do the harps feel the same way
I feel now that you've grown tired
of playing with me?

like the angels, you handled me
with such precision
that I felt honored to be
your instrument of choice
with your hands striking
every chord in me just right

we shared the harmony
of love's enlightenment
and you had a fantastic pitch
that even the angels would envy
creating music with me
while we rehearsed for a time

I wonder what you and the angels do
since choosing to shelve your passions
and remember parts of your performance
that far surpassed divine
before you parted with your angel
and I hope you never suffer
without music in your life