A Duet....Tuned Out & A Modern Beethoven's Unfinished Symphony.

A Duet...."Tuned Out." & "A modern Beethoven's fit."

"Tuned Out." 
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My guitar squats 
a wallflower 
unaccompanied 
in the nook where 
I last stood it up 
its sound hole 
is yawning 
just another 
O-vation 
cause it's known 
quite a few 
and though it's 
high strung 
it frets not 
while it notes 
my refraining 
from its presents 
it composes 
accords 
while it waits 
to be plucked 
from its solo 
transition 
but this interval 
irks me 
inspiration unvoiced 
not by choice 
while my old friend 
stands watch 
his pick guard on alert 
hoping soon 
for some input 
but it's out 
of my hands 

A Modern Beethoven's Fit. 
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Close by 
quite unbalanced 
my piano 
huddles upright 
with an impish grin 
s t r e t c h i n g 
many smooth ivory teeth 
span it's smirk 
some are black 
sharp or flat 
like the cavities found 
in a neglected mouth 
It's expressions 
once called 
all my fingers 
to tap dance 
worthy sounds 
cross it's boards 
filling my heart 
with mirth 
but the only urge now 
drawing me 
to it's girth 
is some Pledge 
and some ragtime 
wiping dust 
from it's face 
since I last 
flipped it's lid 
in a moment 
of rage 
over notes that 
fell short 
of some wrinkled 
up sheets 
of a waltz 
now unfinished 
crumpled up 
in a ball 
near three pedals 
now footless 
where no 
one cuts a rug 
cause the song 
died at birth