The Guitarist

Unloved and forgotten,
the wooden carving stood silent,
yearning for a tender touch...

Wise fingers, a loving caress.
Tranquillity settles as nature resumes
its humble peace, newly restored.
Beautiful sounds embrace the musician,
arpeggios blossom at her fingertips.
The garden of music
holds the sweetest of fruits:
The guitar.
Harmonies flow
in her veins, and she feels it;
Pulling, beckoning, daring.
Delightfully difficult solos.
Instruments flourish, voices erupt.
Adrenaline has met a match
that simply doesn't compare.

Yes, music is alive and kicking.