Guitar

Pluck on your strings

Whether nylon or steel

Nothing else will give satisfaction

Wrap your narrow arms around its rigid frame

As your hair lays neatly along your saddle

Play me your tune.

I long for the comfort in your acoustic sound

The comfort within your harmonies

Pull on your keys

Your fingers are my medication

Pull on your keys

You chorus is my preservation

Let your bridge vibrate

As you draw on each note

Effortlessly linking verse

Whether major or minor

Perfect remains your score

Perfect remains your tune

Keep my senses wanting more.

Tap on its hollow body

Then fret your strings in a single motion

With a song dedicated only to me

Pause but only for a moment

To let your chords channel emotion

Echoing through my being

Swivel your plastic pick through your slender fingers

As you deliberate between bars.

Strum my pain as Lauryn in her days

Do not let this night come to an end

But if you must, please take me with you

Yet at the end of your song and the last string’s strung

I’d still give you a standing ovation…

Beautiful soloist , thank you for the inspiration.