On top it says aria
But, it's no electric
needed
Eleven pegs for just six strings
Its one half feels deserted

It's old and tarnished
Nicked and dinged
Worn frets
No shine
No gleam

But, through the years
has gleaned all that
I felt
The laughs
The tears
Truths, lies, and fears

My Music Box
It has a name
a solo in its own
Right to stand
So tall and strong
Behold!
It looks so

all alone

There is a love that rages here.
A kind that's incredible.
One that's illogical
and addled.

It sees through eyes though blind.
It thinks with mind though insane.
It feels with heart though unscrupulous.
It chooses with thought though reckless.

It is selfish and it wants what it wants.
It doesn't care because everything else
bears little weight.
Inconsequential.

There is a love that surges here.
And we are but...
collateral damage.