My Ukulele

Discarded and secluded
Sitting unaccompanied and alone
Awaiting a musical hand

Finally rescued from isolation
Dusty and dismal from neglect
Initial notes absent of melodic harmony

Tensioning the strings sweetens the sound
Resurrecting to its previous musical splendour
Its four strands loved once more

Together we perform in perfect unity
Singing our tunes to the stars
Sitting in compatible company
Never again discarded and secluded.