Volta project, part 128

This afternoon’s sonnet:

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CXXVIII

  How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,

  Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds

  With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st

  The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

  Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,

  To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,

  Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,

  At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!

  To be so tickled, they would change their state

  And situation with those dancing chips,

  O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,

  Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.

    Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,

    Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

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Just from thinking about the sentence tree, the first quatrain is a master class in how to go into details without creating an impression that the details are taking up time  J  The first turn is the whilst at the beginning of line 7.  The main volta, I’d say, is the comma in the final line  J  More tomorrow.