Organic Addiction

You forge my organic addiction

With your tones of molten gold,

Gleaming metallic notes of silver

 - hardened, embossed, and cold,

Tempered like its artisan,

Gleaming filings, burnished steel,

In your element with a cutting edge,

Branded irons for you to wield,

Your song, a unique alloy,

Played in solid baritone

On a cleverly artificed instrument

In a tone which is truly your own.