Weavers In the Web

Little spider listen
while I pluck on my guitar;
my fingers weaving patterns
from its strings.
Your tiny web glistens
like a galaxy of stars;
strummed upon
by the rain and sun of spring
and it makes me ponder
just how similar we are;
I with my song;
you with your tapestry
and wonder if, somehow,
the distant symphony of stars
is not interwoven with both you and me.