I pick up the lonesome-looking guitar
And loosely strum the strings
To my surprise, I hear nothing
But instead
I see a dazzling red
Dancing along the floors
And crawling up the walls
Enveloping me
In a fiery embrace
But the red soon fades,
To light pink…
Then nothing
And I am returned to the dark cavern
I move my fingers in confusion
To strum another note
And low and behold,
The most extraordinary blue-green
Flies around the dark room
Turning it bright
I feel it caressing my skin
Bringing smiles
To even the tiny hairs on my arms
Oh, what a magnificent instrument!
This could bring such joy to the word
If only
People had been worthy enough
To see it