While my guitar

Soft curved lines
Well weathered wood
A promise of sweetness
A tool for my soul

Steel’s out of tune
I practice a bit
My fingers are stiff
To the wishes of my mind

Sole companion
Of unforgettable nights
Letting out things
That were resting behind

Lifetimes returning
Back to the light
My voice has changed
I dare, it’s alright

Dragging back songs
Into a darkened room
Letting her speak for me
About joy and doom

A simple object
An evidence though
That my ultimate loss
Has still to be proved.

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5 thoughts on “While my guitar

  1. hbhatnagar March 4, 2015 / 1:09 pm

    I’ve been music-less for so long…..it’s nice that it can still touch your heart.

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    • HeavyCloud March 4, 2015 / 1:13 pm

      Being music-less has been the companion to the worst periods in my life. Finding it again means finding myself again, even for a while. Happy you liked my words 🙂

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