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

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