Heart-strings and chordless lyrics

Her lithe slender fingers, gently plucking the strings sending melodies in her quiet corner tonight. The half face of the moon scattering soft light on her bare skin, hugging the wooden instrument to her heart. Her bare breasts and n*****s feel the small vibrations of the wooden surface, singing harmonious lullabies with the cicadas on the grounds. Her messy pinned up hair, her pale skin over the white satin and pillows, a peaceful sight to remember. She’s not singing any lyrics but her soul is pouring her every emotions, flowing along the invisible notes around her.