Switch the Instrument

I see now
How words
Aren't enough
For our souls
So I must
Switch the vice,
My instrument,
From paper and pen
To keys and strings
But still
Shall I have
My pen and paper
To write the notes
Just like you wrote
A hidden message 
In a language 
My own-
Our own. 
I'll get lost 
In amusement
Of the muse
That is music,
For I see now 
The difference,
The inspiration,
Between the two
Of us-
And persistent
Am I
To ease
The tension 
Before it becomes
Permanent.