I said on the boards that this felt so eerily great... It was one of the very few which caught my attention...

My favorite part would be:

There is a beast here
that is not born in music.
It is not born at all, it's only
shed, hushed,
dissolved.

but all in all, amazing..

And again...

"I enjoyed how you linked sound to emotion in this piece. Instead of simply writing what you saw in the image you focused on the sounds the guitar was making and how it portrayed what the person is feeling with their inner self. The sounds and words used were a great way to depict emotion, 'moans' 'groan' 'heavy' and 'billowing' were noise that gave the sound this emotion I speak of, that's why when I got to the last line of the second stanza I didn't think you should of used the word 'aches' because the reader had already formed that understanding and feeling from the lines above. The last stanza was my favourite as it had that strong impact by speaking of how one creates music as a release but also to hush what they're feeling/thinking. In the 10th line of the second stanza something seemed off here, I felt it should of read "too loose" or "too loosen," I wasn't sure if you were saying that it was becoming too loose or that it was preparing itself to become lose, perhaps I'm reading it wrong but I kept stumbling when I came across it. A nice incorporation of the line from you previous poem but you had it a little easier than the rest, lucky you!"

-Mel

Not sure i agree with Mel (no offence Mel!). I fully get the "to loose". There is a nicety there using English very well.
I don't know entirely what the poem means but that is fine, it might be all the better for it. It has a slightly ethereal atmosphere. Two people together, lovers perhaps, a child on their mother's belly, the echoes of these things, the alter ago we all have perhaps. We all carry several other people and a host of identities with us which when, in quiet moments, we might feel their touch, their heartbeat.
I think this poem is magnificent.

If I am wrong, forgive me but your poem is so sensual. It seems to me it is a vision of a past emotion/delight, it is a moment of oblivion lost in time and rekindled but in the end, when the dream is over it is nothing but "a voice fed by aches and shadows". The moan, the vibration, the pleasure is in mind. An old flame craddled in one's heart is like a baby crying forever for and in us.