The Lonely Guitar
A Note From The Instrument.....
Here I sit in this corner,
Awaiting for a pick or a strum;
My strings are a little bit looser,
And my neck is a little bit lank.
If only I could resonate for just a while.
There is a need for harmony in the
Guitarist's life.
She has become lonely
While fighting rejection.
But if only I could brighten
Her with some melodic restoration,
Then the harmonization
From my frets to the bridge,
My fingerboard again has
A chance
To live.
The strums and the beat,
And finger picking so sweet.
From major chords to minor,
The seventh chords would
Sound much finer.
I can only hope this
Musician will pick me up
To play much more often,
Maybe every day.
This lonely guitar has not
A chance to please
Every ear with inspiration
To bring the heart a tune
Is all that is needed
To make the blues go away,.
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