The wood presses against your fingers
smelling aged and beautiful
the warm, hollow body pressed against your belly
nestled like a sleeping child
You rub her neck with loving hands
and stroke her strings of steel hair
Silver and gold
The child of sweet wood begins to sing wordless tunes
Her clear, crystal notes float through the sky
You sing along with the humming body
Each note matches each word
whether quiet and sweet
or loud and expressive
A nursery rhyme of sound
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. This poem is fantastic! Wonderfully tactile, uses the senses (i can almost smell the wood, and feel the guitar myself) Good luck to your friend, and to you too, you clearly have great talent. I hope you both suceed in your ambitions.l
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Beautiful expressed
without music our lives would be dull. Music is the essense of feelings with love and caring. I love music, any kind of music.
Jules.
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Yay!
Absolutely wonderful <3
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