Play it for me

Strum me a tune,
write me a song.
Maybe one day
I'll even sing along.
I don't care
If words are used,
If it's rap,
Or if it's blues.

It can start as a note,
A single bar.
Maybe it'll grow,
Grow damned far.
Maybe it'll stop,
After a few lines.
Maybe we'll rewrite it
Over again, a million times.
Maybe it'll take just once,
Once to get it right.
Maybe it'll take months,
Maybe just one night.

It doesn't matter to me,
What instrument you choose.
Me, I choose this heart,
Badly warped,
Over used.
But I think that
It's still good.
Maybe for one last song,
...Do you choose to sing along?