Broken Piccolo

Their notes devoured me -  
with words confirmed in tongue twisters and arching, back-handed compliments.  
I was simple.     
     
As I
with fluid,
lazy hands
played them
like an acoustic guitar, moving their muscles and their lies.     
He - 
my strings,
my bow,    
living instrument.     
     
Donnie called 'Cellar Door' the most beautiful line in the world.     
     
We are dumbed to choosing only two beautiful words. That is truly simple.    
My strange,     
audible heart     
is jumping   
over unsafe,   
electrical wires.     
     
Broken Piccolo.      
     
You have    
been perfect.     
     
Angelic ambulance.     
     
Forgotten man.     
     
See love.     
     
Speak love.     
     
Sell it.     
     
Buy it.     
     
Trade it.     
     
Broken Piccolo.     
My strangled,     
bruised, tainted,     
broken piccolo.      
There are     
times I     
would never     
want to    
fix you.