it's me, viola

my girlfriend viola is finely strung
her hollow heart sounds so young
the strings are carried by the bridge
transporting the notes along the ridge

the lead melody of her crying heart
symbol of inner struggle and smart
sounds so sombre and sad in the air
one feels the smart she has to bear

i wished i could relief her pain
but my hope seems to be vain
the only thing i can try to do
is to hum the melody with you