Written on March 16, 2015.
Anyone who knows me
Knows how much I love to play
Anyone with eyes can see
I'm tall, blue-eyed and gay
But I don't play with toy nor board
Or even with a ball
My instrument of play is stored
In a case against the wall
It's got four strings and other things
That make it worth my while
The bow bows beneath my hand and sings
With an ease that makes me smile
And in the darkest times of life
I'll turn toward this friend
Its comfort's more rewarding than a knife
Because its whispers never end
Anyone who sees me
Sees how much I love to play
With my expression warm as tea
And adoration clear as day
Knows how much I love to play
Anyone with eyes can see
I'm tall, blue-eyed and gay
But I don't play with toy nor board
Or even with a ball
My instrument of play is stored
In a case against the wall
It's got four strings and other things
That make it worth my while
The bow bows beneath my hand and sings
With an ease that makes me smile
And in the darkest times of life
I'll turn toward this friend
Its comfort's more rewarding than a knife
Because its whispers never end
Anyone who sees me
Sees how much I love to play
With my expression warm as tea
And adoration clear as day