listening to the riff within winter's rain straining overture for evening's pain scuttling rhythms strummed into melody feeding feelings to pleading words recorded, undistorted with smoke-stained hands
glass tube glides against weary strings exhuming faint-hued memories, bled from moon drenched rivers molasses eyes trapped in cobalt melancholy play this heartache, (it won't take long) take this heartbreak, (it won't stay strong) till rolling thunder floods song with sleep
I was watching a documentary with three legendary electric guitar players. When they played slide guitar, the blues welled up inside my Memphis heart. 💙