I play my guitar


I play my guitar,
crying in sevens
on a lonely cold morning
with the rain falling down

Sorrowful chords,
on the strings of emotion
in a three quarter tear drop
where sadness is found

                    And the storm clouds they form
                    on the edge of tomorrow
                    with my thoughts ever yearning
                    for you in my arms

Now a chill finds my heart,
it is empty and hollow
I play my guitar
and there isn’t a sound