My body flows well against the melody of the moment.
His guitar chords slide down my spine,
As I watch his fingers piece together
The intricate work that this composition is.
As his hands glide down the neck of his guitar
I shiver at such a naked touch.
The lower his fingers travel,
The higher the quivering sound.
His tempo picks up into a raging solo,
Striking stings harder and faster
His rhythm spills over,
In such a melodic cry of bliss.
I'll catch his sighs as the harmony slows,
And wait until our heartbeats match the pace,
Of this song's left over notes
Before I thank him for such a musical night.
A contest entry
- Concert (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended March 2, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Finally! This is the kind of poem I was looking for- one that brings out the sensuality of music. Thank you for entering.
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i loved it, music is so amazing and such a huge part of my life. great job.
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thank you so much!!!
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