My Guitar

Melodies fly from my fingers

I smile when I hear the noise

the cold metal singers


 they sound warm to me


the notes I play echo in my head

the music it makes is empty if the performer is dead

I play with vibrant creativity 

so I can revive the song

my guitar makes me happy and keeps me strong




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