When tears threat to come,
I pick up my guitar and start to
s t r u m .
And every chord has great meaning to me,
A minor, C sharp, G major, B.
I play those strings,
and they play me;
crisp,
smooth,
rich,
and clean.
I hug it's body and my fingers dance;
I play as if it's my last chance.
I hug it tighter and close my eyes.
It's a heaven;
a blessing in disguise.
It may be dead
but it's so alive,
it invigorates me and
makes me survive.
Six strings on my guitar,
bringing me
so close
and yet
so far.
The relationship between me and my guitar.
I'm serious; if it weren't for my guitar(or any of my other instruments) at times, I bet I wouldn't be here today.
Music has true power.
I'm still thinking of a good title, so please let me know if you have any! :)
