Frustratingly
My use to knows
Are somewhere lost
In nothingness
I blindly navigate
Using mussel memory
In syntactical frenzy
Sampling residue of
Forgotten stale grey matter
Until finally
A rogue cluster of poetical
Muse cells submerge
Fingers form familiar patterns
Hands grips tight the neck
The cords surface in mind
And matter of fact
Magnetically draws
The remaining missing piece
Into the healing soul
Of the guitarist.....
Poetry and Music
Are my saving grace
Thank you Universe!!!
Pardon me my feelings are showing...
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
Frustratingly
My use to knows
Are somewhere lost
In nothingness
I blindly navigate
Using mussel memory
In syntactical frenzy
Sampling residue of
Forgotten stale grey matter
Until finally
A rogue cluster of poetical
Muse cells submerge
Fingers form familiar patterns
Hands grips tight the neck
The cords surface in mind
And matter of fact
Magnetically draws
The remaining missing piece
Into the healing soul
Of the guitarist.....
Poetry and Music
Are my saving grace
Thank you Universe!!!
Pardon me my feelings are showing...
Traveler Tim
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jseTa7HUIDU
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