One Finger Hit Reverberates My Soul

One finger hits reverberates my soul
Another. Drops of condensation fall
each bead runs down my glass pulling its tole.
My one heart held in music’s artful all.

The rhythm ties, souls, beats binding out hearts.
Singing, begging me with loves empty case
tasting sweetened lyrics- glutenous arts.
Delicate song starts as engorging lace.

Strung, miscast upon you romantic rook.
Each note played for the tripartite:
you, me, and that guitar. Six strings create that look
six strings sink through my skin, soul- notes harsh bite.

Its not me you love- not three souls but two
the duo of love: that guitar and you.

ok so this is my first sonnet ever give it a break.