In the corner…
Strumming edges of tight notes
The sound has no freedom
But to express unclear thoughts
You bleed…
Fingers twisting, inviting
Expressions, stories are endless
They cannot relate
Only listen
Lonely strings
Of a guitar is played again
Delicate lyrics…
Hung motionless
The melody dancing, mixing with change
A soul never tires amidst broken time
Certain you are…
Layered forbidden notes, easily snapped
Each movement closer to death
Yet sharp memories you left me every time
So many strings
Your’s blended into mine.
Copyright 2009 Micgui
