My Guitar

by | Apr 30, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Hear you then, the strumming of the tautest wire
With deep resonance of bass intent on truth
And sweet tenor notes that shrill and then expire
They send clear message of deepest hurt forsooth.

Yet in depth of buoyant melody of love
The music soothes the audience and their ear
It floats in stadium large, then soars above
Embroils thoughts so deep; they cause a troubled fear.

Are words enough to speak of rapturous joy?
For this is true a gift from gods on high
Melodies emerge from such a simple toy
Make me laugh out loud; yet more to quickly cry.

Cradled in my arms such rapture of this child
A voice when strummed, that simply drives me wild.


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