The Lonely Musician
When it comes to what I need,
it starts with wood & some strings.
To create a sound,
unique frets,
techniques for each note,
creates a sound that just allows,
the siren of rock and roll.
When it comes to what I love,
that involves a strum,
a hum so vibrant,
so loud,
it's exhilarating, my guitar is my answer,
so pure, so inviting.
I can't live without it.
My mind is inside,
as I play the notes,
My heart decides.
This poem is about:
Me